Spencer Ziegler Poems

Hopelessly lost, I beg for the way
The stranger smirks and responds sympathetically
'Just up this street, ' he says, 'Be sure not to stray.'
I ascend the hill and spot the unfinished spires of Westminster Abbey
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If I were to see him framed in the arched doorway,
I'd know so precisely where I am

If I were to hear his voice showering me with evocative tales of his past,
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Golden hair practically, tightly pulled into a ponytail
Slender, strong arms embracing the overflowing cardboard box
Being placed ever so carefully into the moving truck
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