Interlude, Islington Poem by Gareth Evans

Interlude, Islington

There is work involved, but not for a little while.
There was the rush of travel, jostle; but a little while ago.
Now there is placid water, reflections broken
Only by the wake of a coot, and the city roar
Is duller here by the canal. Me, and still water,
And a coot, bright against the black tunnel mouth.

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Between travelling to Euston and commencing a short task near where I write.
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