LONDON

LONDON

NOVEMBER SKY! WE ARRIVED 
ON YOUR SHORES. I KNEW
I WAS HOME. THIS WAS HOME.
I DREAMT OF IT ONCE, YOU UNDERSTAND.
OR WAS IT TWICE?
THRICE?
I WAS IN A SHOPPING MALL
WITH MUMMY
AGED FOUR! A MAMMOTH OF A LADY
RAN AROUND WITH A TROLLEY
PICKING UP ICE LOLLIES
AND RAINBOW CONFECTIONERIES
IN LONDON.
SHE PAID AT THE CHECK POINT AND
GAVE THEM ALL TO ME.
I WAS IN HEAVEN. NO IN LONDON.
BUT SHE WAS OFF HER TROLLEY.
THEN MUMMY TOOK ME TO VISIT EROS
A WEEING BOY, HEHEHE! IN LONDON.
OF COURSE LONDON WAS HOME.
IN MY DREAM AND NOW:

Thirty five years later
I am still that kid: the kid of four
In London:

YOUR WINDING STREETS
YOUR FINE MONUMENTS
YOUR ART GALLERIES
YOUR TOLERANCE OF OTHERS
AND OTHERNESS!

YOU ARE A CONFLUENCE: 
THE RIVER OF MY IMAGINATION 
MEETS 
THAMES! AT LAST.

November sky. We are in London
Home. Home sweet home!