But a candle

A thousand roads to light,
And but a candle.
Countless hints in
Drips of wax to prove
The cold of downpours,
And the overcast to hold
But ransomed hope that
Home is warm.

A hundred words to speak,
And it’s this mockery of silence,
This cable-hung cacophony that
Favors some chaotic pique to
Easy days and water born
As morning’s breath condensed.

A couple storms involved,
And floods in every drop of rain.
A couple bridges washed,
And I don’t swim.

#London #England


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