June 2001
I just finished dinner at La Candela and started walking. 
Through the roadway, as I walk on Kensington Church Street,
The clanking of the Underground coaches seep through,
While traffic moves fast on the deserted streets of London.
The white-building flats give off a soft yellow glow.
Their windows shine iridescent from the moon,
Another June evening brings quiet to a summer’s day.
Walking on flagstone pavers, I pass small boutiques
Selling gentrified English bobs and antiques,
I think about you four thousand miles away.
It is still daylight in the U.S. of A.
My day ends as yours begins.
Thoughts of your arms caress my soul.
I want to shout out my needing you.
My thoughts of you move quickly
As the air around me brings a coolness.
The full moon over London is clear,
As the gray-white sky brings you near.