London Sweats
A fan-cooled idle chauffeur
slumps
in his employer’s slick black
double-parked Mercedes
with its engine left running
for working comfort
as it stokes London’s
smoke-free zone
Kensington High Street
puddles
with our fat drops of sweat
See my old man’s back of death-damp –
patches of sweated whisky and beer?
They push me to seek
short-lived shelter
alongside a hundred others
of every nation
in air-conditioned shops
with wide open doors
We all become refugees
with changes in weather
