The Night Rider

by George Pringle

I thought I saw a spectre on the windscreen,

when I looked back, the carriage was empty.

This night bus pulls me down Walworth, where the streets disclose the many glowing colours of The South.  Vermillion Green in LED, CMY or RGB…

This thread that pulls me back to bed, towards my burning needle:

The Shard

 

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