Perhaps it was always a mere
Placeholder: five platforms and
A seedy subway to the Stadtbahn
Were hardly capital material.

Perhaps that could describe
A lot of things, staging points
On our great journeys, people
Who hold us while we wait.

My life, it seems, has been
Federal, decentralised, polycentric,
Only without the links
Needed to make it work.

Dividing my time between
Multiple homes seems to have
Been the way of my heart;
No simple clichés here.

But the reunion was inevitable,
I suppose, and so obscurity
Returned to a city that looked
Made to live in the shadows.

07/28/2020

Posted on 08/11/2020
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