The train glides
silver rails converging
past the football ground
there should be a brass fanfare
25 years since I lived here.
Someone has unpicked
and re-sewn the city centre
the same landmarks re-adjusted
a half finished face lift,
for the duration of the
Duration was one of Dad’s words
hinting at life through
war and rationing.
No time to think of this
a sleeping child to shake
cases to heave onto the platform
a taxi to find
I’m going home.
I tried to think of everything
what if the plane is late?
what if one of the kids get sick?
of course the kids did get sick
the day we were to fly, I almost
delayed, but couldn't wait another
day for what I'd put off for 8 years.
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