Custom congeals to code
the track lines set straight
Human hearts have their reasons
and these like to criss-cross
In the city I’d like to come across
a singular person (you) but never do
Tonight a faint band of red is spread across
a thin moon like a fingernail clipping
The question always the same:
how to love in air so fleeting
Alongside, the great fiscal flow
moves all towards the checkout
And the figure of the crucified
like a wisp
And the perfect stillness
of the lilies
In this, at last resort, love, is
the heart, found
As a curvature
-- Simon Ravenscroft lives in Cambridge, England. He has published poems recently in Osmosis Press, Full House Literary, RIC Journal, The Alchemy Spoon, Swifts & Slows, Meniscus, Trampoline, Red Ogre Review, JAKE, Boats Against the Current, and other places. He is a Fellow of Magdalene College at the University of Cambridge.