London Poem: Day 345

28 July

I was born here,
The curves and gracious
Contours are mine, given
To me by birthright –
The first step, closed
Around my foot, and here
My heart sings electric melodies
To eat away the uncertainty
It all offers.
The notes that bend,
High between the buildings,
Both arrest and push
My body forward.
Our light seems to have slipped away.
Home is you all along.

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