It is sunrise over Ruislip –
In circles that are ornamental
So-called by council
Those names are silent and gentle.
An almost light yet
As everywhere,
The commuter is stirring.
Awakes to thunder (rail to rail in competition).
A heat to somewhere.
Home organised perfectly –
Dinner prepared before leaving.
With urgency and haste.
Gentle, merciful motherings relate.
Returns confused.
In text,
we,
god.
Shall we dango the fan? Really?
Earlier that afternoon,
I took tea and tango.
My red shoes nearly killed him.
They did.