on the 1st of October.
Back to the backs of the roads I once knew.
Honest: they spot me,
and point and shout over…
But these aren’t the places or people I knew.
Soon the grey skies
roll in and roll over!
Soon the street parties, of glee, are in view.
Leaving me breathless –
just like I remember –
still trying to banish the old,
with the new.
I feel the difference: Like I’m not a member.
Like my place here, out east, is now up for review.
The sun will soon burn up
these clouds of the winter.
And I’m waiting here for the great sky to blue!