Abroad-Thoughts, From Home
I want to be abroad again,
Escape the earnest everyday,
Enjoy the drains, the traffic signs,
The maps, the shops, be blinded by
The cheapest jewellery on the tray.
I'd like to be a stranger here,
Feel strange and urgent, conscious of
My every step on clever streets
So far from the complacency
Of kerb to step to key to knob.
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