Last Commute

I took her on the wrong route.
Is it this one that is more beautiful?

Or was I sitting a different way
so I see the last of my journeys

more beautifully? Because I know
that shortly I will fill each field

with brick and tarmac
and populate nothing with people

and see with windows
and swap hedges for walls

and build myself in like a pharaoh
so the sun only shows itself

once a day
at the end of the street

and a single cloud appears
like an offering, above an office block.