The first time 
I saw London
she still wore 
the scars of war
scaffolding bracing
battle-brittle bones

like the wounded verteran she was
Yet she never complained of the pain

The last time
I saw London
a tall shard
of glass pointed
to the future

an eye
you can ride
looked forward 
and pubs still filled
after 5

Cities learn to love with their wounds
This is why I love her