Sport 19: Lightworks
Andrew Johnston — London Winter
Andrew Johnston
London Winter
How the rain
shines on stone,
bare trees let the light through.
Each day's an attic, grey—
you bump your head on cloud.
The sun fades from star to rumour,
a red ball lost in fog.
Kneel and pray to the fire instead:
your wishes will be granted, as wishes are,
little by little.