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Liverpool
by Richard VinceThis city is a secret
That kept itself from me
By being easy to reach
Yet always overlooked.
Perhaps it was too obvious,
Sitting just outside my
Youthful blinkers to
Be of interest, or maybe
I was put off before
Bravery blossomed.
There are two sides to
Every city, but even though
I saw both years ago,
The desire to explore has
Never arrived until now.
My time and place are
Wrong though, so I must
Leave it be until
Another year awakens.
And so it remains hidden
By flying visits, on
The edge of country and
Consciousness, awaiting
My questing feet at last.
09/18/2020 Posted on 10/23/2020
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Kintner on 10/27/20 at 04:45 AM This makes me sad that I have to wait for my trip to England. It's a shame that our wanderlust is left unsatisfied at the moment. Sad, but hopeful. Someday... |
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