Think of me

With a deep inhale:

When the sun rises

Between the columns of the cathedral.

Smelling the foggy morning

Factory smoke mingled dew.

Bread fresh in the wee hours of dawn,

Waiting for the tired housemaid.

With soft touch:

Brushing past the

Oak in Kensal Green;

I waited in my best dress.

Apple ripe-

Sharp

Like a razor.

Taste of the market in fall

Tinged with green.