Crest and Trough

I like the thought
of being miserable
in London

of trudging under a grey sky
of yearning for the dry sun
of a moist melancholy

the traffic sizzles
background rushes,
the passengers on the bus
bob up and down
over the potted roads
crest to trough

delicious wind
before the rain
when will I
see London again?

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