London Poem: Day 282

26 May

It’s all so gorgeous,
The widening quays,
The little river paths,
Whose stoney-ways hold
The past so tightly.
What does it all mean
To follow the nimble feet
Of history, as though it
Were your own?
This city, the world;
Everything it was, or
Will be, will out
Last me.

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