London poem

THINGS CARRIED IN TRAVEL

Walking about town

after cabs, planes, and The Underground

looking around

London rising above diverted crowds,

my pockets jingling with random things

but I don’t care

though I can’t remember what I put in there

pound coins

Cadbury bar

random pens

Oyster Card

folded poem

old postcard

melted gum

broken pen spilling ink on my journal

covering up all my thoughts for today
but I let my keys wish for that far away home

which I forget for a moment.