We talk about market transformation and all I see is the heart breaking overbite of the fresh faced waiter who, from nowhere, fills my glass and carries his transforming potential, nonplussed between our tables.

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One month left in my country
One month left of dirt in my veins
Of pomp and strutter
Of city grit I know

One month and I pencil in
All my aspirations
like so many appointments to be filled
Projects to be brought to satisfactory completion -
Time allowing

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