16 July 2009

Late Wednesday Night

walking home from Putney
across a bridge, the river was the colour of indigo with a moon shining on it
bright white mixed with royal blue.

there were party boats turning wide uturns in the river
ripples of waves sinking outwards.

somewhere near ten, light just fading
people walking like shadows across the bridge.
an american with a giant beard and a bottle in his hand
asks us if the party boats go to Oxford
but suddenly the 220 bus pulls up and we run to get on it.

tonight, bellies full of thai food
and good conversation
and goodbyes, a little awkward
but promising:
new friends we might see again soon
on the other side of the world.

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