For a future, is there a future
in reminiscing and ruminating
what birthed me, who shaped me
the bonfire evenings that saved me
for I see how those ways inform
the way I live now – I live only
through escape, I always have
a way out, a place left to go
I have not yet burned all my bridges
in London, in Leicester, in California
I still have refuge, I still have family
ruminating reminds me, at least
compulsively, that I have come far
and I can go further, yet


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