Waterloo at Sundown

Rolling down

Down hill, Life

Is easy like

Punch and the Sun,

Today, on the river,

Red and round

And full of warm

Deep ochre,

 Along the river

It ran thick

And cooled quickly

Into twilight we could walk on,

Dry and clean, through

The drum-song of buskers

And the smoke of drinkers,

After work.

Who walked? I and

Passers by, passing by

The river, passing us.