it is a grotto in duty free Christmas songs and festive decorations just cover extortionate prices still shut shop fronts selling all of the holiday paraphernalia for those i like to think like me with memories like a sieve
this is a poem from a new book of travel poetry I have been working on. I wrote this in 2019? Back when we could travel freely. I cut this poem out because I don’t like it. Not sure where the Christmas part has come from either because I usually travel in the late Summer. Too early for that Season. But I suppose in Duty Free it does feel like time becomes irrelevant. Because Duty Free is basically that bit in-between arriving and leaving. That could have been what I was trying to say in this poem.