Out Clubbing with Petrarch - April 2018

We’re ready for our journey through the night, To take a lighted carriage into dark, And return at pigeons’ coo, our city lark, When pavements gleam with dew in early light. We sit, chatter while we ready for flight, Air heavy with kitchen flowers, and the talk Of shared, past adventures, striking a spark As excitement builds. The taxi comes in sight And we leave the house on a corkscrew drive To a deserted industrial city street Where folk spill from cabs, each joyful cry A fanfare as old friends start to arrive. The voyage begins, and our growing fleet Gathers, sails, finds a star to steer us by.

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