The city is different now

Cars drift like yellow plastic ducks
on bubblebath

like clouds on a summer day
watching the test match

car alarms play Brahms
traffic lights become glitterballs

red, amber, green helix
across twilight

and walking home has never felt so easy
legs are like newlyweds

asleep in bed
breathing in synchronicity

inner cities become Lincolnshire villages
I am sat cross legged on top of the highest building in town

my finger on my lips.