Searching For The Middle Ground Between The Study Of Pre-Modern Buddhism And Watching Absurd Reality TV

The cherry blossom of Kingsbridge House,
on Lordship Road, has gone,
blown in the wind towards Seven Sisters Road.
Up there amid the concrete they would have been
greedily awaiting the annual visit of the pale pink swarms.

The wind also trapped a red plastic kite in
the branches of a Clissold Park plane tree,
like a sliver of raw flesh hanging on thin ribs.

My kids find more blossom at the side of the road
on Grazebrook Road. I explain that it’s probably
40% dog urine but they don’t care, and
run down the path with it, letting it
fly out of their hands behind them.

(From A London Country Diary, 2014)

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