Wilkommen

Every corner is foreign to me.
The streets rattle with rails
carrying a myriad alien words.

At the next stop, open doors
pour noise on to the pavement,
and the chaos fills like silence.

Concrete towers above in the sky
with echoes of strange sounds,
carving lines in shivering clouds.

I fill an empty seat and turn
my fuzzy eyes to familiar words
printed on well-travelled pages.

The streets rattle with rails
carrying a myriad alien words.
Every corner is foreign to me.

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