London's Summer Morning (2025)
Richard
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While neon vests of builders blaze like fire
The underground exhales its gusts of heat,
Their rhythms swallowed by the sirens' wail.
Of corporate kingdoms; power-suited ghosts
And London, ever-changing, hums along.
As traders banter over steaming woks.
Cocktails raised to city skylines, while below,
Through sliding doors, the weary office swarm
Along the pavement, runners pace their miles,
Now sunlit glass ignites the towering spires
Glide past graffiti scrawled on shuttered shops.
And oat-flat-white seekers queue in droves.
The pavement poets dream of better days—
Spills out, lattes in hand, as newsfeeds scroll
Mango, dragon fruit, and avocados ripe—
Of London waking, bathed in amber light?
A takeaway bag swinging at his side.
As screens announce delays in sterile tones.
Across impatient thumbs.
Earbuds humming podcasts, heads downturned.
On every corner, fruit stalls gleam with hues—
The whoosh of cyclists weaving past in streams,
Now coffee machines whirr in glass-fronted shops,
On scaffolded horizons. At the door,
Food vans perfume the air with scents of spice,
The screech of buses, chatter in the streets,
While buskers pluck at strings or drum on tins,
At dusk, the rooftop gardens glow with life,
Who has not stirred to hear the restless hum
The courier drops a parcel, scanning codes,
After Mary Robinson