#3

Dear Montgomery,

years I had lost sight of you,
I hope you are flying across the sea,
back to where your home town is,

delightful it will be,
when you fill the space,
with your bright colours,

delightful it will be,
when you vibrate the air molecules,
with your voice,

delightful, will it be?
when we sit by the river,
go with the flow,

flow of water,
water of the river,

the Memory Lane River.