I miss some things since I left
To be expected, of course
The familiar fabrics, and food
Busy city this, quiet though
Lots of people, all silent towards me
Strange contrast that –
All noise outside my head only
The supermarkets here scare me
But the tall buildings don’t
I cycle to work between them
As the silently and gracefully observe me
With curiosity; strange little Irish man
What will I miss from here?
07.07.09
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