suffering from a bad case
of honeymoon cystitis …
I carefully re-crossed my
legs; readjusting myself
to get a better view of
London from the upper
deck of our bus.
my mind was blurred
with fairytale visions of
kings, queens, hackney
carriages and gas lamps.
we stepped off the bus
at Hyde Park to be accosted
by a booming cockney accent;
ranting about politics and how
to solve the world’s problems.
I was jerked back to reality
as the dreams disappeared
and the gas lamps and carriages
were ripped from my mind.
I looked up at my husband,
squeezed his hand and said:
“Savoy”?
he said: “Savoy”
we hailed a cab and raced
back to the kings, queens
and gas lamps.
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