London Poem: Day 340

23 July

Meeting under great awnings
I see the world that passed
Me by, has remained unchanged,
And without alteration.
New faces, the same colour,
It is the same as before,
Without worry, or concern.
But, it’s funny, that little
Ideal, because concern is a funny
Creature, filtering in the most
Unassuming ways. This, this, the
World I miss –
It is one I miss because I’m still
Between two minds.

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