Locked Out in London

Miscommunicated as to
Your return date and reticent
To wake a sleeper therefore grateful
For the comfort of doorstep

An empty cupboard not yet moved in
For left luggage and a whole night
To linger on the streets of Camden
Or make the odd expedition

To Primrose hill where the piper practised
And the fox came round regular like
An hour hand and the time stalled
The way attention drifts at sea

Martin Potter