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the magic of travel
imagine it!
museums of
everywhere
creatures
and zoo
nose in a
phone
just where
you are
galleries,
tombs, temples
all the
stuff of selfies
streets
ancient as trundle along
it’s one
machine after another
high seas
heavens above
by carpet,
deckchair, cloud
a little of
waft, mainly hurtle
and this
was all back in the day
been there
done that
and yes
there are some continents missing
now
everywhere else is so yesterday
now, in
lounge depths
hear the
self droning
a plague of
reminiscence
though nobody
gets any older now
this is
immortality’s price
in coming
years
we’ll
invent the wheel
there’s
this bloke in Florence
who’s been
drawing up wings
but that’s
quite enough for now
jasmine
high
wild days
pond
lingerings
see the
swim of the creatures
feel the
lift of the wings
be leafblown
oneself
into a next
season
and here we
are
do you
still hear the music after it’s finished?
dig in the
garden
with
anything scratch
in this place
at which I am inexpert
even the
shadows play
shall we
follow them
to catch?
now
learning to
love
to live
the magic
of just where we are
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