Finished another one. Despite being sick.
Like a Beacon
In London
every now and then
I get this craving
for my mother's food
I leave art galleries
in search of plaintains
saltfish/sweet potatoes
I need this link
I need this touch
of home
swinging in my bag
like a beacon
against the cold
Grace Nichols (b. 1950)
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