Friday 24 February 2017

Poem 36

We saw
The polish nuns on the (their) way to Santiago
A memory of an old civil war
Sushi bar stretch limos
Rock art and a lighthouse
Seagulls and strong waves
Upon a wide sargasso sea
Sunflowers, cornfields
We saw
Cyclist running by
A line of green tilled houses
The long tube line
And a band playing at the other end
We saw
The rocket train on rusty tracks
Surrounded by weeds
And the football fans round the stadium
Dressed in scarves and jerseys
Honking and screaming,
Taking the mall