Wanderlust makes its first,

fresh, searing cries.

Wonder of a world,

seen through a rusty veil

I call home.

CRAVING for newness,

where the photos,

strange green oceans

in bright clarity-

are only a faded after-image.

Then there are landscapes, landmarks;

behind their different curtains

of air and people.

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