The world began to change: five hundred miles from home,
a hostel bed, Tower Hamlets and the sights of London
as if I had never been; outside the sun beat down
and the Thames flowed to the sea under all its bridges.
© BH, 2024
I was learning how the other halves lived. I thought I knew London from before but time was pressing on. One day in Parliament another beyond Brick Lane. This, we were told, was Britain, or what remained of the foundations, the stubborn stumps of empire.
How could I tell, being from the sticks? I went home little the wiser.
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