Stars
‘We are all in the gutter,’ said Wilde
‘But some of us look for the stars’
Yet the heavens are blank over London
Since light cancels out such a view
So I travelled to Travemünde
And I stood on the Strand after dark
Below pollarded trees in the cold
Ursa Minor winked down from above
The sight made me breathless with joy
And I wept with a new sense of life
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