Low ebb London Beach at dusk Late Saturday wanderers pick up the flotsam and jetsam The pebbles of our lives scattered at the shores before St Paul’s bulging brow Miracles are kept under its tight lid of white carved stone Cranes at the ready for tonight’s curtain call Such are the ways of the mysterious […]
The River Thames and beer flow fast on Saturdays We are specks in this unfathomable vacuum universe And it brings a glassy tear at the corner of our eye We are waiting for legendary beam to lift us away The tide will ebb and the beach grow larger Like the Empires of human making It […]