Glen Phillips wrote
Airport. 5am. Temperature -0.5 degrees. Pink and greys clustered in the
floodlit gumtrees. Screeching of their family squabbles as I heave the travel
cases out of the car. Taxis pass in clusters like goldfish in a turgid pool.
Airport building a lighted ark for other dark figures. Like me, haven seekers
drawn toward it in hurrying clusters.
Lawrence Upton wrote:
> Steep slope banked grass-edged sidewalks; carriageway, cut in, a strip of
> torrential surface flow. Flies haloing wheelie bins.
>
> Too hot for England, trees brown and weeping all varieties.
>
> And, under all, motion, tarmacadam fracturing over twisting roots, a
> man-hole tilted.
>
> Above, many more insects than fat houseflies. A magpie waiting in a flower
> garden. The island is full of over-sweet and amplified sound.
>
> Small valley bottom, bright sky fluxed between parti-multi-walls, faux
> tudor, crazed roof-tiles, pigeons, a small variety of shops, few people
> shuffling between them, cars going through the crossroads on their way to
> centre their occupants.
>
> *
>
> suburban Surrey
> taken 15:00 14th August 2001
> developed evening of 14th August 2001
> printed 00:15 PoetryEtc 15th August 2001
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