London Poem: Day 274

18 May

To paint images,
Grand shapes that
Pull the long, moody
Melody from the horn,
As a brooding stranger
Slips across the street,
From awning to awning,
In a light, blanket rain
That wraps the stars up
Into forgotten pieces;
This is how I see the night,
And sadly, how I see you.

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