365 Days for Travelers: Jun 27


When I was a boy
Nostalgia was a tiny stamp
I was at this end
My mother at that

When I grew up
Nostalgia was a slim steamer ticket
I was at this end
My bride at that

Years later
Nostalgia was a squatty tomb
I was out this side
My mother was in that

And now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am at this shore
Mainland is at that