In this dismal morning murk,
Air fresh, despite the fumes,
After night rains and hotel sterility,
Cheery bright red beacons
Direct the ebb and flow of the city.
On the cracked slab pavements,
Spatters of black are chewing gum
Echoes of carefree summer days,
And the fiction of the hour corrals
Our stories to a point of sharing,
Unwilled and unconscious:
A unique communion of moments.
29th September 2018
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
