Stockport town is upside down

 

Blue skies, regret for the river that was

I caught your cobble-stones with conviction

Voices from the youth skimming across the waters

 

Love is underfoot, under wet sand

 

Throw stones at the past; take care of the present; enjoy a future.

 

Red streaks blurring wistful meanderings

Lose yourself in the labyrinthine city

This hour, this day, this moment.

 

Beneath the sand,

The smell of sunburnt ducks and trollies in fading light.