As I turn left off Oxford Street
cloaked in a low sky and shuffling
along with the other furrowed brows
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This is interesting. I guess this is what it feels like to move away where there are different accents and different delicacies, different spellings and the like. It's trying to find yourself as you're lost between new experiences and old experiences, new preferences vs. old preferences. Being lost trying to figure it all out, possibly being lost directions wise too lol. Anyhow, thanks to this poem I was able to live that vicariously. So thanks for posting ^-^ ~Nika
Thanks Nika - glad it's not opaque (not a fan of opaque :) Best, Tony