Lunch at St. Luke's

To St Luke's via
air-conditioned comfort
running on empty
on the steps people sit

Top of the street that leads
one way to where the gods
were watching in 1988
outside a former department

Inside sunlight reflects
upon York stone flags
picnickers eat on artificial
grass where once stood

I think of the stars in Spring
and the first breath of Summer
how the gardens bloom and
fill with courting couples at

This empty space filled
temporarily weeds remerging
amongst the cracks on age-old
walls art is consumed by eager

within greenness against ochre

By Andrew Taylor