Taunting the Ferryman at Vauxhall Bridge Young lady standing on a fast moped in the cold morning hour As the daring would say ”We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it” The electricity fairy now does wonders with its new wheeled wands Yet progress is defined by the shrinking comforts of commuting You are […]
Nostalgia weaves into slow traffic Waiting for the rainy days In an obscured necromancy Lost in the Pythia’s empty eyes Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Riding shotgun on a moped on rainy days Come what may true love offers an umbrella Crossing the railway tracks under the karstic rocks Infinity always starts on the other side, where the grass is greener Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries