LONDON between seasons

Morning Prayer at Hyde Park

Sitting in the English silence,

Under grey skies,

Waiting for the

Sun-God

Odors of Childhood

In the autumn fields

Of a cold city

He gathers

A handful of leaves

Closes his eyes

And fills his lungs

With a child’s scents

Of time.

The cave of gold

Ali Baba’s cave of gold

Opens

In Camden market

The world’s wonders

Wrapped in swirls of incence

And ancient magic.

Fortune tellers

Come and go

Like the murmur of the breeze

They spread their cards

Of future stars.

Talking to Paul

Twenty years on

I’d like to see you again

Wrapped in black robes

While the moist part

Of the heart

Turns to stone

And on it lies a heavy cross

Instead of a woman.

Squirrel

The squirrel’s desire –

One paw outstretched

But the body hesitates,

One step from bliss

Or abyss.

St. James Park

Swans shine

Like white candles

Tulips display their crowns

It is all so royal –

So out of reach.

Autumn in the Park

The golden leaves now

Covering the

Floor of your heart

Once fluttered

On the tree tops.

The Queen

The Queen is not in,

But one can still smell her horses,

Which open the golden gate,

And drop them to the street.

She is not in

But the royal guard

Snaps to attention each

Quarter hour

In her honour.

Rain in a Distant City

Rain in a distant city

Speaks another language

Falls politely to the

Suit-filled street.

Manchester

If

If the whole world

Watched soccer

The battlefield would

Shrink to a green pitch

With just one goal.

Greenwich

The Retired General at Greenwich

The metal general surveys the city

On the banks of the Thames

The houses stand in file

But the soldiers are gone.

Even Josephine waits no more.

She tired long ago

Of the cannon roar

And medals of valour.

She wants him now

Atop his steed

Galloping through

the battlefield of love.

Greenwich

The clock that

Sets the hands of time

Around the world

Must have

A lifetime guarantee.

Action

We can almost reach out and touch Jack Sparrow

His men, on tea break

Laugh with us across the fence

separating

The age of pirates and the computer age

Until the security officer arrives

And yells

“Cut”.

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