Farringdon homeward:
Bleeding Heart Yard
It is 7am and the Diamond District still slumbers.
A long street of priceless, twinkling storefronts with its
eyes closed
(or else I'm blindly staring into Aladdin’s empty cave).
Across, and through to Leather Lane,
Market traders stir and begin to display their colourful
jewels
Of shining Golden Delicious and such.
A lane trimmed with eateries to suit every wallet and
tastebud.
Other storefronts force me to stop and eye their windows’ wares.
A reflection of Middle-Eastern traders playing with remnants
of day-old snow,
Firing at each other and laughing like children.
At Clerkenwell Road, two golden gerberas purchased, to
brighten my home.
A smiling Belisha beacon earns a returned smile -
Energising me for the final stretch.
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