The Daily Poem

A SLICK NOSTALGIC TRAP

The semi-modern sliding doors

    And plastic fruit arrange the day

    To fit their measured cabernet

As if to settle ancient scores

That don't pertain to me.

The place where I was born is not

    The place that's dotted on the map

    But just a slick nostalgic trap

To pull me down and keep me caught

Inside a memory.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Quintain Stanza

Yung Shue Wan, Hong Kong

JOURNAL: Concerto Inn - Lamma Island (3)

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