(By Gub, the 3rd of October, Canada)
One eye
Blind
I see the native
Leaves fall upon the
Side walk
Of the not so native
City
Staring humbly
From the taxi
Misting rain
Curls web-like
Round the frame
That I have built
For you
In my mind
My other eye
Sees
Home
The whole
Vision configured
Two parts
The place I am
The place I dwell
Condensing
Like the rain
That runs
In veins
Across the
Windscreen of my
World
Wipers wince
Waters clear
And you are gone
Monday, 4 October 2010
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