Streets eerily uncrowded

at evening rush hour.

Traffic glides quietly along

save for the manic cyclists.

Something doesn’t feel right.

Where is everyone?  

 

New lockdown tower 

that may now be redundant

peeps between old streets.

Soft September afternoon

that seems like a Sunday.

In one sense it’s wonderful

 

to be back with old comrades

on Clerkenwell Green.

A silence in Chancery Lane.

Statuesque young couple draped

together as part of a tableau

beside a fountain within

 

the hidden oasis of Temple.

Relinquish such serenity

for the Embankment

and more head-down cyclists.

Glimpse the party going on

in setting sun across the river.