Stilled by autumn's honeyed heat
One side soaked in gauzy haze
The other stands in austere grace
No beings punctuate the scene
Simply architectural feats
Eye glazed over, Shard is stalled
An avenue of fluid form
Breaks the stone and concrete norm
Vessels passing back and forth
Straddling girth from south to north
Bridges yield their toytown cars
Turquoise, black, the taxis star
Obeying all their rules and paths
Lambeth Bridge sees ambulances
Circle right in roundabout dances
Further south the toytown trains
of red and blue smooth past each way
...the perfect pasture of this isle
Is London's ordered domicile
