CIRCULATION

By Benjamin Corry Wright Kootbaully

 

I take a step from off the deck and in

To night; a heady lift of air, to steep

The week.

 

As light subsides, lungs open wide,

Exhaustion, engines, fall behind.

The grounds will rise at lower tides,

Unlatch the filters – serve the night.

 

My breath awakens freeze-dried streets again,

My spirit stirs this cast of featured bronze;

My smile returned, black liquour on my lips,

My eyes, acute with widowed innocence.

 

For London runs within my blood; to drink

In waves of scoured brass upon the Thames

Enlivens thought, as caffeine does; to sink

The weight of life to come when study ends.

 

I take a seat.

The cold dispelled, I meet the sun,

With weary eyes and absent mind,

Myself and London,

Intertwined.

BCWK

 

 

 

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