Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The River (very much in draft I think)

It was a warm evening.

The blue lights of the Blue Anchor
were not reflected in the river
because the tide was down.

He talked to Tony
about antique cars and motor racing
she danced with Cyril
to Elvis playing on a radio.

The river rubbish glowed dully in the neon shine.

- London, August 1991

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