Away from the Babylon

Safe from the city of glass
On the swing I am invisible you cannot find me
Where the teenagers hang out
Near the arcade, near the fountain
Near the multistorey carpark you don’t know
Behind the bushes down that path to the right, the swing sits still

And… away, says B. M.
And… away.

Up and down. Feel the wind again.

Dated: 24 June 2022. (Photos: KT)