The colours of the street have changed

Tight red-green leaves sprout on the curbside trees. Drizzle taps the flattened Strongbow cans stomped down with an empty pizza box American hot pepperoni and chilli. Baronsmere’s pink petals line the gutters; blown down in April rains. I even spied a spider. 12 and 13/4/2015 — In rhythm and feel, this poem bears a resemblance

Saying it Plainly

Ten days ago I didn’t know you. Didn’t know you walked the streets of anywhere walked the streets of London Didn’t know you Didn’t know you had walked the dusty sights of that anywhere near where I had breathed the streets of there and then in London. I didn’t know the sight of each “1