stepping over special brew cans to pick

b l a c k b e r r i e s

in a london park

the tourist asked were he to move
from this dirty, beautiful city
would i go too?

too hard to explain
the reluctance to give up my past
(or stubborness: this bit you cannot touch)
even if
my future is already sold.

 

 

so i just said

no.

 

 

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