#Poem From Blue Sky

From Blue Sky

to green skip
clouds to car-park
hills (the other side of the bay)
to light industrial units
the air is speckled.

Leaves on straggly silver birches, ingrained
with dirt, engraved with tracks of condensed
acid, rattle
in the draught.

Passengers, animals, A to B:
crammy seat, nervy stares,
clackety cataract, track
-side greens, blurry weeds…
Bridgend. Station. Stop.

Us trundle through cheeping doors, platform gap,
gummed feet tread crusted packet litter,
incremental steps down to pedestrian crossing,
flagstones, turnoff to cul de sac, trade, market,
bacon.

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