Spring rises 
over the concourse,
in edges of sunshine,
and tentative Davids.

Unzipped pac-a
macs, a flourish of 
chest. Luminous gloved
fingers

unsheathed. Mother's
day in windows, WH
Smith with her globes
and ribbons,

the half-echo of 
escaping children. Jimmy
in the news again. March
offering up

the warmth of a Mall.