London Poem: Day 50

6 October

Wide curling spaces
Bend and bloom,
Caught in arches,
Never ending in their ever rotating circles –
Explaining the inescapable equation.
Clear and open paths that stretch,
And it all empties without pretext.
There is little praise for repeated scenery,
Only a hope for the slightest diversion
In a road too familiar.

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