Green Park

Piccadilly outonto the parktourists glarecoffee burnsthe man from nowherepauses.Up thereTrafalgar Squarelovers loiter aslovers do, and youare beyond cloudabove call beneath heaven.I’m not alonethere’s that pullin the gutthe vague apprehensionthat something’sbeen forgottenAmputated limb,lost shoecrying child,all of theseare easier to comfortthan my stolen heart.