Ganton Street Soho.
At a café called Sacred:
Cloud-splodged blue sky crossed
By pink, white lightbulbs,
Old facades of painted brick.
The dog is panting
On a pavement stained
With smudges of the unknown,
High sun casts shadows –
This poet’s waiting:
On the walkways footfalls pass
Shut shops, tourists snap.
Summer 2016
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