Memory

The song of a blackbird

And the advent of spring.
In London.
The South East end.

My balcony overlooking
A tree with red blossoms.
Children taking over
The block in quads.

Choir music emanating
From the Faith Chapel.
People in their Sunday best
Queuing for beer and roast.

It was a quiet road
Off the high street.
Foxes emptied my bin.
I longed for things to happen.

26/08/2017
Remembering past lives from a grassy patch in the Northumberland countryside...