London Poem: Day 75

31 October

Roads intersect,
Weaving over water
Like veins traversing
Our feeble bodies.
What man makes,
Sets everything in motion.
Slow arches stretch
And intersect;
Everything, after all,
Comes together in the end.
All of those sinews
Bind together, somewhere,
And pull together, from the
Center in.
We dance through it all,
Through the roadways
Connecting us all.
The heart rests where we begin,
And what weaves into the
Beginning, will wander
Until the end.

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