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.