Mad Dogs and Englishmen go...

Beyond these walls
The water falls,
Ceaseless, Relentless,
Endless.
Misty clouds drift
Through yellow
Cast of dark-night
Streetlights.
Rills tricke off
Grassy slopes.
Paths stream
As man-hole cover
Fountains rise
From the depths.

All around
The sound of
Rain,
Drop,
Drop,
Dropping in the leaves,
The streets.

Weather fit only
For two types
Of ambling people -
Dog-walkers and lunatics.

And so I wander,
Dog-less
Madly.
Placidly
And damply onwards.

This poem, Mad Dogs and Englishmen go..., is ©:31-01-1995 S.N.Mousir-Harrison.