London Tonight

London tonight – is how I feel.

The rain makes rivulets of eels,

Black tarmac and slick pavement,

Wet leather and callous intent.

 

The wind and the streets and the smell…

I see my torment in its mirror for a spell.

© K.N.Liddington

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