two rivers in one day

two rivers in one day

six white butterflies

in the wind I watched them sway

from side to side 

up and down by the giant weed-trees 

beside the ugly coloured grafetti,

 over the plump blackberries

passing by the purple flowers

hovering over the bumble bees

the river brent, i went to vent

but instead nature healed

and if i weren't fasting I'd have peeled
the berries off and ate them 

instead I carried on, rambling

past a hundred beer cans

a thousand cigarette butts, 

bits of scrap metal, poo flies and a rat

a fat rat, 

allow that blad 

(so I returned to the brick and mortar shell)
(the corporate shiny hell)

and then some hours later

 we inspected the limestone at St Pauls

and crossed the silver bridge

and when we got there

the sun came out and it was beautiful 

so we sat on the stone, by the river beach 

watching the water and sometimes we'd speak

two rivers in one day

and now you've gone away

and now I don't know what to say

except I'ma miss you
-rivers, flow-