Leaving London
The sirens cease across the city Where still I cannot find the grocery store. The kids are kicking piled bricks, Excited school is canceled for the week. An hour later, I investigate a rhythm faint, The quiet crunch A crispy leaf, A spinning pendulum on slender thread Of spiderweb Inside the grating Dumbly driven by the air Against the shaft Again, again. The cushioned beat is not a dream. It's just a trance. My pulse continues, Never slows to normal any longer. You maintain a mute superiority For staking claim on top your roots. I never knew this neighborhood Before we married. Pulling from the station, You're collapsing tiny. London bridge is falling. Once you let it loose, It's gone, A silver ring released to currents Carried down the ambling water, Down the leaving stream. - 3/18/26