she is flying over the city
past the square-edged
buildings lights abuzzing
she makes a sharp turn
over the hidden railways
which periscope up now
and then with breath holes
looking down she sees
crowds outside pubs
celebrating Friday night
she's following the motorway
with its queues of cars
beeping horns and flashes
of speed leaving light trails
finally she heads for
Hampstead Heath a dark
circle in the middle of light
Ah Sue...I'm a sucker for omniscience. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteWell, your dinosaur poem played a part in this. Don't ask me how, it just did.
ReplyDeleteMystery so fluid she.
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ReplyDeleteIt's like a vivid dream of flying. Very nice :)
ReplyDeleteFeels like I'm there.
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