~
a mixed bag of clouds shape-shift
south-west across a bustling sky,
a tumbling slow-motion
hand-cranked feature film
backdrop, worn threadbare
with hotchpotch skimpy
patches of sailors’ blue,
they glide lazily
over the cityscape,
passive day trippers
on a mystery tour, impatiently
longing for afternoon tea,
it’s Friday 3pm, and five
skeletal giraffe cranes,
rested for the weekend,
strike a tortured pose like
dormant ‘meccano’ models,
closer to the ground the city’s
arteries throb and jostle in a
synchronizing discord,
pulsing through the concrete lanes
lifeblood going home to rest
so, we doze, we graze,
we drink, we love
we breed, we die
we gratefully bask
in the company of friends
until all too soon
Monday dawns
*
© Graham R Sherwood 03/23
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