This
rain, cold, already
has
drenched my American
walking
shoes and socks,
each
step a frigid squish
to
the tune of Yankee Doodle,
like
stepping through snow
covering
amber waves of grain.
Summer’s
last day, already
embracing
fall, ivy leaves
barely
beginning to redden
against
a gray-white but no blue
sky,
a few yellows dotting
the
trees, a slight turn
to
impressionism.
The
park’s perimeter, already
surrounded
by commuters in cars
and
on bicycles, a rainy mayhem
of
horns and watery whooshes
splashing
unwary walkers and
joggers
in the dawn’s early light,
the
back of my English sweatshirt
already
soaked by a combination
of
steady rain and small umbrella.
I’m
smiling.
Photograph: St. James Park, London,
taken Sept. 22, 2015. The London Eye is barely visible above the trees in the left center of the photograph.
Oh, Glynn....this was wonderful. I've never been to Europe but felt like I visited via your words--especially these,
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of horns and watery whooshes."
Sounds like Seattle--you should come visit us sometime. You'd feel right at home.
Wonderful. Must have been hard to leave.
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