Mornings, East London

We slipped over an invisible line
some where, some time;

skin to skin, electron trading
is that how it is done…

Intended or not; we are caught
in this covalent bonding.

Early morning walking across Wanstead Flats
to the French Café for croissants and coffee
nothing special;
that’s what stops you in your tracks
the sheer ordinary, bloody, beauty of it all.

©Ade Grandis
First Published in Roundyhouse Magazine 2009

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