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September 19, 2005
can't sleep II
Fairfield Road
Some nutter has Radio 4 on full blast
A reasoned discussion echoes cavernously
between the houses, into the sodium sky
Everyone else seems to sleep on oblivious
Ferme Park Road
Ridge Road
Without fear, it fixes us with challenging gaze:
a fox stopped dead in the middle of the road
as if flaunting its feral silhouette:
head too pointed, back too arched to be
coddled, petted, taken home; thriving in parallel
with civilisation, meeting on equal terms,
its dark, secret routes across gardens, wastelands, railways
only cross with the insomniac walker's.
Nelson Road
Then it was spied curled up on the tarmac, licking
itself; until a car brought light and noise too near.
Weston Park
Inderwick Road
Tottenham Lane
Church Lane
Hornsey High Street
Middle Lane
Posted by robin at September 19, 2005 03:00 AM