A PROMISE
The Magic Travellers these are the places we travelled together
Rarotonga, where we fled along The Great Road of Toi on a Yamaha scooter New Delhi, where in the Red Fort we sheltered from the heat under banyan trees Zagreb, where you spoke about everything without moving your lips Morocco, where the Tin Man squeaked through the souk to kiss the camel’s head Singapore, where we caught a train to the empty gardens where the pangolins hide London, where I was silent this time, walking out like Pound’s apparitions
these are the places we left ourselves these are the memories that drop like fruit from trees, only to rot in damp earth overnight.
© liveencounters.net POETRY & WRITING February 2024 Celebrating 14th Anniversary
