Just as though nothing had happened
Cars still crossed the rain. . . . of Blackheath
Houses proudly primly bowfronted as day night before
WORMS were stranded across the asphalt paths
just as they always are by heavy rain?
a fishmonger laid out stiff mackerel
ticket office efficient
the commuters soaked and drily surly
and the tube so packed as to suggest a grotesque echo of our closeness
Just as though l had never lost my faith belief
in loving making love and you had not restored it