Downstream

backs of houses and a fox
curled up asleep on an old
pillow, and when I get out at
the station the wind is icy and
it’s snowing again. I dodge
through road builders down
to the river and a bleak
stretch of iron that is
Kingston Railway Bridge,
then along the riverside and
on to Queen’s Promenade and
Charter Quay, a recent
development with bars, cafés
and luxury apartments.