flux and reflux food on the go the sun shines on the crowds as they slope past the shops peering and pushing buggies their mobile phones stuck to their ears and girls giggling eat ice cream and the men swagger and preen as the glint of gold at ear at wrist catches the sun's rays as it hits the golden sandstone blue sky and banners Celtic tops and tuppence- halfpenny kids holding hands the pigeons flap and a busker sits drumming and obliviousnext poem