Cosy academia

 You take the 9.05.across the river’s murky past espresso clutched, again you puffthose deadly sticks. The city breathes its historylaid out by hands whose words you transcribe day by day500 years of detailed text only still to lock awayin hidden chapters in your head. The evening’s dinnerlecture tour, those stranger’s faces who applaud. Safe from us the hungry hordesof amateurs who long to see through eyes that sawthrough eyes that wept 500 hundred years of historyheld captive by your PHD.