A WEEK OF TWO DAYS
There are days when I walk
above the pavement,
when the sun catches the intense
colour of faces, of smiles,
the reds of post boxes,
cleanliness reflected
in windows and glass
shop-fronts, black taxis.
The green leaves of the trees
drawn and detailed with a craft-knife
outline and the trees themselves
speak with the breeze.
Great scrolls of cloud wallow
on the ceiling of an enormous sky
and the scent of freedom
fills all the hollows.
There are days when I walk
down the steps to the river,
slowly sink into the brown murk
of its mud, wonder where
those other days are seen.
It’s Wednesday,
perhaps Friday will gleam.
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