Embankment curves tube lines
I'm falling in love with strangers again in
Trafalgar Square, I want to take their picture
But I don't have the guts.
Spanish tourists long conversations
I make friends, but it's not the
exchange-information type of friends.
Alone five minutes after being found,
I went to see the impressionists again
and think of David Blackwood are my
memories printwork or abstract sketch? Are facebook
friends really friends? Beauty is in
the Eye the sunset slanting past the
Thames the garden greens but
I only see the Trafalgar stop-and-go,
smiles and sighs and to a lonely man
a conversation is oasis in a concrete
sand.
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