Mixed travel plans

Turkish sun soaks through my skin
Bronzing my mind
London rain adds misery
To my already crowded journey
The excitement of being here washed away
While olive dappled light
Plays around my outdoor seat
Rattle and roll
Excuse me and barge
I sit curled with wine in my hand
Taking my life in my hands
As I cross the road
Watching the local cat
Gazing at its own reflection
Who would visit
Let alone live here?
I will be glad to be gone.
The rest rejuvenates
And the company, brings joy.

Poem prompt from The Daily Poet


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