Early A.M. London – Roy A. Barnes

London sirens blare
through Victorian windows,
waking my dreamstate

The rising city’s
bustle and purpose beckon
me out to explore…

Amid the light fog
I hear the whish of tabloids
strike the cold pavement

The scent of pastries
pervades the dense, gritty air
’round breakfast cafes

Lost souls sleeping sound
against unopened, locked doors
have me pondering

As creeping rodents
scurry about, seeking warmth
near steamy street vents


Roy A. Barnes writes from Cheyenne, Wyoming. His written works have appeared at Poesia, Chicken Soup for the Soul, Literary Liftoff, The Writer, Bootsnall.com, Page & Spine, Breath & Shadow, and others.

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