Spot the pigeon.
From the bridge I can see the roof of our house
And probably from the roof of our house you can see the bridge
but I will take that as a given.
From the bridge
On I go
But, the day ahead I do not yet know
The start is with me
But, as for the rest
I shall wait to see the show.
You and I have drawn a line between us
From me to you
From you to me
Living our lives in perfect symmetry.
Red Lines
Partly Political
We don’t need them
Hot lines
To the Kremlin
We don’t heed them
Just one line joining me and you
Is what there is, straight and true.
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