View From the Urban Jungle
Framed by the setting yellow sun
By the roaring motorway and tarmac lines of cars
Pumping out their rush hour fumes
The brick houses and shops stand shabbily
and scruffy people hang about by the cheap booze shop
They look down at their mobile phones
for unimportant messages.
A dog soils the pavement and runs blindly across the road
nearly causing a crash
when I comment to the guy watching he says
‘Sorry, speak no English’
He walks away carrying an ASDA carrier bag
narrowly missed by two youths on skateboards.
Over by the park the skateboard area stands empty
And an old man lights a cigarette and remembers
when this all was farmland.
It was better then though he sometimes feels guilty
because he stole an apple from the orchard
Framed by the setting yellow sun.