Paddington to Praed
Posted by admin on Dec 13th, 2016 in Poetry
A month after the accident, on Praed Street, You and I took my paperbacks and your felt tip pens And we fled to the forests of America. A rented house in Oregon. Weeks tallied to months, and it became our home. We spent the first summer camping and meeting animals. London pavements, iron and cold, faded faster than I thought they would. …