Looking Back Through a Front Windscreen
Inevitably places have changed,
where I was born looks like an alien city to me,
it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens.
The world was younger back then.
people were more dangerous yet much kinder.
We once carried books around,
we loaded cars and pushbikes
with travel books and the poetry of adventurers.
We were old enough to be piratical.
Of course the young are always dumb,
the smarter they became the dumber we got,
it's a kind of self-shackling.
I know we early comers
belong somewhere in this world,
but we abide half-hidden and liking it.
I recognize who I was and where,
however only in lost maps
once busily crisscrossed.
Maybe I am too young to forget,
it will probably get much better
as distracting rainbows turn slowly
to blancmange.
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