
Builder’s chute –
come great thunderer
this crisp dawn
and loose upon a prone city
the song of your proboscis!
*
Straddling
the bypass-lane
a fat brace
of power lines droops
like a knowing smile
*
Checking round
after the bird-strike
I find nothing
but an indignant smear –
so goes the corner office
*
On the line
of late afternoon
and evening
a high, unseen keening
waves mining the sea-cliff
*
One degree
above freezing –
how the neon
and seagulls flash
down dealership row
Image by Abdolhassan Fazeli.