London Poem: Day 335

18 July

Building already, I
See two bridges stretching,
Connecting two cities to one,
Even while I watch London
Bloom, like strange winter
Flowers, Right out of the
Earth, skyward. This place
Doesn’t matter for the moment,
The hope is it will be exactly
Where we left it when we return –
Unlike those winter flowers who
Wither and die before
They can be fully admired.

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