Light
from the bus you were the high wire
people dancing on skin on concrete
handfuls of each other up against the
shirred wheat stucco by the air con
a small haul of white powder-coat balcony
set dressing jenga-stacked to give you
purchase in the absence of the sea-side
view a hot day this knee trembler us
below who looked up only because
we are not used to seeing cranes
handfuls of each other !
ReplyDeletelove this poem Kerri. Especiallly the first four lines...but having any favourites within your poems is a bit tricky... i get lost in the lov'n it...