faint winter sun
white sky ball
above the river
precious extreme
a reflection of beauty
unexplainable
incredible pieces
strung together
on the rise and fall
of the water flow
folded palms my
supplications
to winter sun
whispered prayers
upon tide waters
river shore standin'
after the bridge
and down the steps
in the sun shine
all manner of rocks
shells an' the debris
from the city
hold my mind in
high fascination
the ducker
the diver
the king of garble
on garbage streams
hoping for an
ancient hand to rise
out of the mud
and give me a piece
of Roman gold
before slidin’ back
back into the
unknowable brown
wet sticky goo
such is I
fantasy guy
dressed in black
the London smudge
all over me
countin’ on
eternity to prove
i had the correct
hypothesis
all these years ago
- from London Works
