London Poem: Day 289

2 June

The wind below slips and crashes,
Brings to life home in waters
Tepid and serene.
But, it is short lived,
The return, calculated and
Certain, brings this feeling to
Life, and to death in a single swoop.
Now, with the scenery rushing by,
The memory feels foreign and the taste
Of home unknown. That is the life
Sadly, to know only enough to know
It is missed.

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