Returning after 20 years away
from where she started life and spent much time,
the differences she notices dismay,
but most the views are charming – urban grime
and old graffiti, weather off the bay,
drug deals half-mistakable as crime,
lights and bikes and ambience so loud,
she grinning shakes her head. She’s feeling proud.

(Ottava Rima)

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