Glorious, we thought, the sun ablaze and a breeze
Just cool enough to take the edge away as we
Walked between the tourists and the hipster suits.
She served us juice with embarrassed eyes, the
Scandal of her prices hid beneath Latin smiles,
And we laughed after that we would never
Take our rest at the thieving Gran Caffè again.
As we went our separate ways, the German
Tourists, shorted and vested, lean limbs glistening,
Strode by, en route to Harrods or the V&A,
And their excited gabble made me smile as
You slipped into the crowds, and I knew
They would make stories of a happy day.
July 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
