London Fog

The feeling I got

When I discovered 

it was tea and milk.

Something about Portland

And a rainy day feeling.

In woods, the forest,

The smell of pine.

On cobblestone streets

Twist your ankle

The umbrella moves.

You say, “sorry, babe

I’ll cover you.”

Up ahead, a coffee bar

With a bookshop,

Muffins, and London fog

The feeling I never forgot.