Across the Bay from storied Babylon
Surrounded, but apart from, London’s town
I know before the airplane touches down
It sits unchanged, though I am decades gone.
Oh Highland Avenue, they still parade
Each Independence day, the men in close
Formation mower drill, lest grass that grows
Too high permit that England re-invade.
When I describe it, I say, Sunnydale<\/i>,
Without the vampires<\/i>. They’d have long since fled
To Berkeley, where it’s cool to be undead.
(Among the ski-tanned, only geeks are pale.)
So I’ve returned to where I had begun
My grand adventure. 94611.<\/p>\n
Originally posted on Making Light<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Across the Bay from storied BabylonSurrounded, but apart from, London’s townI know before the airplane touches downIt sits unchanged, though I am decades gone.Oh Highland Avenue, they still paradeEach Independence day, the men in closeFormation mower drill, lest grass that growsToo high permit that England re-invade.When I describe it, I say, Sunnydale,Without the vampires. They’d … Continue reading True journey as return<\/span>