How does the city function

this evening in November?

Pilotless

lights reflect in the churning Thames,

while they stand solid

overseeing arteries

pumping people.

Roaring chaos

pouring sticks and sounds

through red brick soaring half rounds

Fireworks crack the surface and beneath

Submerged in whirling wind.

Here our villages are joined by solitary streets.

Quiet homes

encased in flickering darkness

And social silence.

While a cat sleeps in comfort

Curled on carpet