- Non-Erotic Poetry
- London,
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London (September 12, 2004)
Not quite the dawn's early light,
but early enough.
London wakes, squinting, to a dazzling sun.
From Vauxhall Bridge to Victoria,
Park Lane to Oxford Street,
the Sunday roads are ours:
Sweating joggers,
late-night rockers,
elegant ladies, alone, going home -
last night was the Last Night
of the Proms.
Christians, Catholics I guess, going to church - some still do,
the ragged and doomed going back to where they've just been,
speeding buses and cabs, relishing movement.
Dog walkers,
the talking-to-themselves talkers,
street cleaners gathering Saturday night's mess.
Tourists early starting from their three-star base camps;
with helmets and water bottles, men on bikes,
and two women, not holding hands, but close, somehow attached.
D.C.Kohn
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