I see this one boy
repeated on the streets of London.
He is everywhere; he carries a bag
slung across his shoulders, walks straight
and his eyes hold back almost everything.
He never wastes glances
and chooses the shortest route.
His trousers cling to his legs;
each leg a vertically drawn out ‘V’.
He pretends to wait patiently
in the queue; he always reads bestsellers.
I take a turn and he is there.
He is the god of the streets
because he seems to share
in the omnipresence of the divine.
Is there an abnormal rise
in the numbers of this boy here,
or is it something in my eyes?