LONDON (TWO)

The sunset is parallel to the Millennium Bridge

as a beautiful voice sings to us all

“Just got to dance to feel alright today.”

Stones are thrown into the water,

plummeting into a foreshadowing of a vast future that lives in the grey shredded paper

yellow sunlight polishing it’s rust into a chance for reflection

a chance to see the face behind the face

and the white strokes of paint hovering above the head

golden liquids glide through the long flat clouds

gate-kept by the clouds’ refusal to resist—to keep some of the magic up above

so that we can all see

I see a tiny body throwing it’s arms into the crisp Spring air

from down below, sending more stones into the promising sheets

sending them bursting right on through

She strikes an extravagant pose

for the benevolence of Blackfriars to recognize her

Luckily, we all get to as well

anyone looking

It starts to come in waves, this new beginning’s commencement

It is not without fear that I recognize this,

but in it, I recognize some magic

as I wait for the sun to set,

it all comes rushing toward me in waves

Golden over grey, and hints of blue within

I accept