how does your city grow

Pretty maids don't even have to be in a row to make things better.

Great write, Paul. Appreciate you.

Damian

I love this poem. It makes me think of a social media group I recently joined called Old London Photos. You capture an English city so well and concisely.

london is roman, and saxon and norman,
right up to the victorians, but it’s also now
that we sometimes forget  

I love the transitions of an eve .. into the magical twilight .. the busy buzzing blinking staring nightlights .. all of them you say so stark in your style .. very nostalgic n symbolic .. of this ever changing life .. of our spirited vibes.. of our silently growing soul lights inner.. i feel much more from your minimalism Poet .. yes of course o didn’t talk of the pretty maids;) I leave it to you n others:) beautiful poetry xx

whatever lights,
perhaps old rhymes
persist
to haunt us
through the night