Sunday 10 February 2013

Ode to Foster



walk the spiral
up out of the pavement
Into your reflection, into
transparency, into the space
where flat planes are curves
and you are transposed
as you go higher into a thought
of flying, joining the game
of brilliance and scattering
where fragments of poems,
words, names fall like glory
into the lightwells until
St Mary Axe is brimming

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This is a poem by Jo Shapcott that I came across thanks to London Underground's ever enjoyable Poems On The Underground program.

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