Friday, June 26, 2020

In Wormwood Scrubs Car Park

There's no such thing as waiting (W. Herald)

Spare a thought for inmates,
inpatients & chauffeurs,
eunuchs in harems,
call-handlers and gofers.
The wilderness waits at noon,
the firmament by night
but our lives are eked out
under fluorescent light.

Wormwood Scrubs Park yesterday, view towards hospital

Someone sleeping in the shade

Wormwood Scrubs Park

On chauffeur duty, what else is there to do only compose rhymes?

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