London Poem: Day 320

3 July

Eating minutes to kill time,
To wander through steam –
To pluck fruit from thin air –
Teaching that home is never
Too far away.
In the evening the cool swallow of
Soft breezes, brushing along short
Panes, concealing the gentle
Rhythms of the seasons
Swimming between our hearts
Quiet thumping.

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