A poem capturing the rush hour moments of London. Legs walking, strides flowing.
Eyes drawn to street.
Water droplets, waxed macintoshes, running, sliding, glistening.
Creased leather, worn soles.
Open collars, closed expressions.
Mouths talking to distant ears, satellites in overdrive.
Halogen bulbs, glaring, cutting, guiding traffic.
Monochrome suitcases, passports clutched. …