As I look out…

As I look out from London Bridge

I spy two bikes and a rusty fridge,

a shopping trolly, a tyre or four,

A traffic cone – one? There should be more;

and all at once the tide comes along,

and all is clear, and all that is wrong

is hidden from sight;

one is the day, one is the night.

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