Could it be that everything is leading
to this juncture?
The wind ushering away volatile thoughts
to twist pieces of straw into rope in the corner of my mind—
I dress in a hurry,
all the while, hoping, for the weather to be fine;
coffee steaming in a richly decorated pot,
there are days when the antiseptic blue of the sky helps see
the bigger picture—
one minute it rains and another behaves.
“Excuse me sir, which way leads to Oxford Street?”
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