Photograph by Michael Howarth (2022)

Sitting at a chipped golden table,
I’m finding back the rhythm of my fingers on the keyboard
In South London, Wimbledon,
Shafts of sun splashing down on the washed out cobblestones
The taste of a 3.25 pounds oat cappuccino
And the comfortable weight of my large leather jacket
Being home is a sizzling feeling
Summoning back a splendid spontaneity
Sketching itself in each of my moves
I am myself again, a lion in the city
An underdog with sharpened teeth

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