Tramcar to Derozio, Revisited
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1 min readNov 21, 2018
Horses and phaetons, cobbled road shiny in rain.
Pleasure houses, meat shops, flower sellers, books.
Here, rare findings arrive from the Continent
And a brash young power. Oceans give no cover.
Redcoats and watchmakers dance a little jig
The ship has set sail, its’ harbor unknown.
The man at the wheel is swarthy, speaks too much
And will die well before he is really young.
The tram trundles, sparks between steel and stone.
I am unpacking my twenties, shelter from water.
