Lucy Smith No Place Like _____
Thick bottle green steel shows itself twice : towering above fast-moving traffic , never flinching ; then again , Swaying with the ripples and the sleeping boats , tied down But always free , always moving . Mam savours every moment I ’ m back at ____. We stroll along the water , wander the land like I ’ ve never touched it before . She trails one foot along the pathwhile I walk brisk . She grabs my hand and I blow in the wind . Dad has cleaned my room for me . Drawers are stuffed full of mismatched fabric twisted in knots , t-shirts three sizes too small , socks that could fit on each toe I look through them all and get dressed out of my suitcase . 1 / 5 friends are back at ____. Meet Jess for a drive under the blur of beach streetlights . A ping pong match of gossip commences , a rally of missed moments , previously pinged in pixelated form . Friends from uni have finished their time at ____. I silently observe as they scramble for spontaneous plans , dance to celebrate their return , as I stare at my dining room clockthe hands heave themselves to their own rhythmic beat . A 3 hour train leaving , bottle green steel swapped for studious red brick . My heart is heavy , aches with every beat of the journey ,
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