The Visit
It went wrong in London;
two days to visit my former life
was not enough
We had to listen to old men
in East End pubs to hear of my past.
The tourist bus showed you
bits of Buckingham palace
and the tower of London
bits I had no time to see
while I grew up
in the grey tunnel of my childhood.
After we left to sight-see
the rest of the country,
places where my footprints
were set in clouds,
and not in that city
where I was buried too deep
into crumbling concrete
to find anymore.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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