Grand

We're loving:
the September sun,
its warmth and light,
the shadows,
that bird in flight.

We're loving being here,
you with me, me
with you.

And we're loving that magnificent blue
high above us.

Even the girl on her phone
who said, 'Fucking pigeons.
Fuck off!'
as she passed by a few minutes ago
didn't spoil our grand day out.
We laughed.

And those buildings!
The solid huge scale of them.
One appears to be sailing our way.

They're grand aren't they?
Look at them in all their grandness.
They're dwelling on their gigantic history.
We'll have to leave them soon.
They won't miss us.