December 3, 2020Missive
The clouds were high
lossnaturecitymusicmemorytime
The clouds were high
Light and lazy
Barely moving across a Constable sky
All it lacked was a rainbow
A young man sat on a bench
Presented by the family
In loving memory of Katherine
He is reading Emile Zola
Just a few yards away from
The home of John Keats
The grass feels soft and springy
Ants run over my shoes
A wasp dive bombs the prawn sandwich
A fly drowns in a coffee cup
Just like a Dutch tilt
In an old film
An uneasy noir
When everything looks right
As well as wrong
The second-hand shop
Sells high-end fashion
For less than a song
We ate a late lunch
One Saturday in the Italian
On the corner
Under the shadow of the Royal Free
Before the apocalypse
When there was still hope
For the future
Before magnetic imaging
The romance has gone
From it now.