A Kaleidoscope of Cities
Binoculars of my being
Navigate the mind’s seascape
To a kaleidoscope of cities;
Some far inland, from ports,
Are reached by skimming rivers,
Mountains and valleys;
Others through the dream’s compass,
And soundscapes, ricochet
As I linger long enough
To catch each separately.
Scents like Scheherazade stories
Waft their tales
In and out of my window.
Tactile sensations
Traverse under the bridges of my skin,
Like ferries, transporting passengers,
Some known, others imagined.
Yet, it is with you, I travel
Whether you know it, or not
To recount when we sip tea
In the lobbies of hotels,
Real or imagined.
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