Remembered city ...

I sat with my moleskine listening to dreamy jazz - 

I gazed out the window - 

I'd seen a gallery with exquisite installations - 

I'd walked through evening streets half woven from memory - 

The waitress placed the stools upon the pristine tables - 

A boy closed his laptop - 

It would soon be time to leave - 

I'd see a fountain and leafless trees - 

The gorgeous reef of a sleepless hotel - 

The room where I'd read my books - 

The starless sky above my remembered city - 

18.00

Thursday 15 November 2018

The Penny Drops

London