Early morning rain fluffs yesterday’s duster making new the day,
Quiet, shuffles to the occasional swooshing on the distant highway.
But, hinders not familiarity like well-worn brown comfy slippers
In this new Plymouth; a renewed life, a land of unpainted futures:
Where triumphant arches, offer their shadows like sun umbrellas
Where bridges, markets and parks, once basic necessity’s stores,
Become intimate panoramas; thriving nods to lifestyle La bohème
Opera songs of what it might be like when one is truly, at home.
*Inspired by William Wordsworth’s poem, “Composed Upon Westminster Bridge”