Secret Ingredients
Light
tall iron street lamps
cast their pallid light over
London’s cobblestones
–
polished pewter
the lustrous glow
of a veiled moon
Escape
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
Outreach
reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy
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