This city
This city lives.Aboil with interconnecting swarms.
Some bees buzz to jazz,
Others Rachmaninoff,
Or they eat tofu steak or sing a screaming song.
In tube stations, frames of lives rattle past in windows caught for small seconds.
My eyes grab hold, in sweet hunger.
New things, vivid colour, fresh experience.
In surprise, or relief, a warm garden calls ,where
A wise newt has sourced the sun.
The ladybird lifts my heart upon its free wings,
The ant rearranges my thoughts
My eyes take a bath in balmy pinks and calm alights
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-04-26 at 22:26




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