Poem 15: Trafalgar Square to Hungerford Bridge

wednesday
is a square whitened
by a reachless
blue sky
as we followed
the sun
behind the column
as a shadow
in single file
pursued
the empty fountain
past children
in still life
and a cripple
amongst pigeons
to the river
by day
high and unclean
to the river
by night
dark and clear
by far
and from
a noisey bridge
washed below
by a mask
of soft lights
we stood
and held
a silence
warming the rivers
bloodless frame.

then waist
held laughter
traced the steps
above the road
and spun
the night away.