Over the Moon

Christmas Eve on the Number 4
An unlikely collection this, shuffling
on to the bus at Waterloo, two
with overloaded rucksacks, dangerous
only because they are clumsy and unaware
of old ladies toppling behind their backs,
one with a suitcase of tumbled clothes,
all black. No chance that anyone has packed
the frankincense, no

Hiraeth, Old Bombay

I would have taken you to the Naz Café
if it had not shut down.