London November

Rainbow over the Shardblack light leftover stormhammered in the nightwaking me.You called at 4amI’m tied up in cumulinimbus falling from cloudislands into my own inertia.London holds its palms upSouth Bank to Tower Hillbidding for attention onWestminster Bridge downwards toSt Pauls.The wheel turns as otherwheels do & the plane treesarc their fingers to November skyGuy Fawkes lurking on the streetwhere the Big issue seller& the unknown soldierhawk their poppies.