From the darkened room,looking into the scene,
I drifted along
the whirr of the projector
and through the screen
across the void of a hundred miles
onto a grey London pavement
rebounding raindrops
and footfalls of strangers
hurrying across the frame
with umbrellas, avoiding
a passing bus as it ploughed
through a puddle.
And from my cocoon
the image offered
a strange comfort
that would linger within me
like herpes.
John H Davies
1st March 2011
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