travelling back
we take the north road
travelling back
looking up
travelling back
filled with longing
looking forward
to the past
once we’re here the shell’s familiar
but the contents surprise
it’s all changed
retro-morphosed?
the memories linger they breathe from the brick
façades evoke sweet pain but deeper within
the cakes are stale
the pupils post – colonial
rasta rules at city hall
3rd world traffic jams tourists hawkers
the phone service isn’t
but friendliness is here to stay
