100 Days of Poetry No. 74: London, Breathless

This city is breathless,
old and chaotic,
with great noisy beasts,
rumbling underneath:

hot breath escaping from
entrances expelling crowds;

yet a kind of order exists –
like ants we have formation:
stand on the right,
walk on the left;

and like small polite birds,
we pardon those who
break the rules.


*Nano Poblano 2017.

* You can find more poems from 100 Days of Poetry on my Instagram!

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Gilles says:

    It is very good. Could be lyrics for a song. Maybe missing some lines but very good.

    Liked by 1 person

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