Heart of Stockport II
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.