Night light in Zurich.
Liquorice streets.
Fork lightning, and trams.
You and I talking.
We are at an age now.
Between pedantry and urgency.
Nostalgia and tomorrow.
Recklessness and reason.
It’s a conundrum of sorts.
How we should live this life.
You start to sing ‘La Vie en rose’.
‘The wrong city’ I say.
We both sigh.
Take each other’s hands.
As the thunder cracks,
and the rain sheens.
Comments
shoe | January 24, 2012 - 13:03
'Liquorice streets' love it.
insertponceyfre... | January 27, 2012 - 14:11
me too
tcook | January 27, 2012 - 15:56
Good to see you back Ralph - hope all is good with you. I like this - keep them coming!