London

Over the hurried feet bridge and into the rushing across the wet city -
taxi cabs and big, red, slippery bus streets.
So many stories.
Bad coffee through a window sipped at St. Paul's slowly gazing.
Busy back-and-forth wet hair of dripping traffic on the street -
a river runs through it.
Fleet Street heads down, dailies hawked splashing in the rain.
Construction briefcases everywhere, in every hand.
Where is the Strand?
(2005)