Journey in sunshine

Missing buildings,

and suddenly I see the sky.


Beautifully cut diamond cloud

punctuating perfect platinum blues

and then gone, shed into shadow

and cloud and sunglass softened shade.


Sweating sun shines on the pavement opposite

blisteringly sweet fuming tarmac bins,

on dented flatbed trucks.


Outside rented flatbread bakeries:

no-one working; everybody smoking;

rolling up those tarmac fumes.

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