Route 66
Rain drops on corrugated roof tops
The vapour off hot tarmac on some semi-urban street
Champagne glasses clinking to swing
I admire the city skyline along the quay
Passing wooden boats
The smell of world cuisine
I miss home
I miss being free
I miss being me
The vapour off hot tarmac on some semi-urban street
Champagne glasses clinking to swing
I admire the city skyline along the quay
Passing wooden boats
The smell of world cuisine
I miss home
I miss being free
I miss being me
posted by Jordan at 4:36 pm
2 Comments:
I like your short poem. And it did make me think of boat quay immediately, sights, smells. the new, the old. what was it that triggered this mental image? =) keep writing.. write a poem of all the facets that made you, you.
lol... why thank you :P
was just feeling a bit homesick that morning :P
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