Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Traveller.."
When I left New York City I missed the Sirens.
When I left Denver, Colorado, I missed the longhorn whistle of the prairie-freight train.
When I left Paris I missed the confusion?
Or Venice; the lagoon waters, lapping on my Palazzo steps?
When I left Mombasa; the cries of the Boys, out there, destroying the Kenyan reef in the morning ebb-tide?
And when I left L.A., the Freeway ROAR, next door, traffic headin' to some Paradise, somehow integral, yet UN-found?
When I left Berlin, only scars of a great War, impressions, intrusive, where once Evil ruled supreme? Nor Hermitage; where icy cold fingers cannot reach; such souvenirs resound?
When I left my home town in England I didn't miss a trick, taking it WITH me without and within? Yet when I left YOU or U left ME; an inverted sovereignty prevailed, that's heart - to this day? - palpitating, still drives a traveller...further on.
c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca-Sicily.
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