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,



Shall we dango the fan?  Really?

  Earlier that afternoon,

I took tea and tango.

My red shoes nearly killed him.

They did.

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