Home-coming or –going

Who's missing?


In the taxi coming here

The mind allowed the traffic

And time

To inspire me.

I wallowed in the memory

As only those

Who’ve yet to feel emotion.

I held images,

Coined words,

Of which all this

Is a whimsical parody.

I left roads wash over me;

Some seemed familiar,

Some just wanted to be.

I’ve lived in the city,

You see,

For more time than

Every other, bar one:

And now I return to

That beginning.

A man, with a family,

But alone this time

On my travels.

I am a man who

Will soon become

A child, the youngest brother;

I am returning to

Start over…again.

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