London

Walking through the fog of people…
A jogger puts his two arms out
Resting his hands on my shoulder
-Get the fuck out of the way idiot.
Along the south bank, on a sunny day
The tall glass building which appear
As if their walls are great long windows
Burn with light so beautifully…
My knees crash into a small child’s head
He was spinning round and round on the spot.
Turning away from the river, away from the heart
Discovering where the blood pumps to
The Roman garden, working fountain, buzzing
With sound of falling water slapping the tiles…
Cars scream at each other in the traffic,
The streets carry the sound.

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