London Poem: Day 33

19 September

Feet patter in the silky
Loft and pull of gentle
Neon lights.
No one knows where they are,
And drinks still come,
Full of dip and sway
like lazy ocean swells
Lapping unconcerned.
Feet just move without worry
For feet know not what more to do,
And it all blurs.
But, caught in the flashing glances
Are faces painted in warmth and joy,
Hanging like chinese paper lanterns
Always moving, unaffected
Happy without reason.

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