We don’t go home anymore.
I suppose we’d like to –
Return to the marshes
Where I lost a dozen wellingtons,
Return to the market
Where I helped Mum pick vegetables,
Return to the arcade
Where I never beat Kong
Where I stayed up too late
Where I stayed out too long.

We don’t go home anymore.
It’s still there, however – in one piece,
Except for the ducks
Who grew too big for the brush
As we did.