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of flash, thud, shudder,
then the wailing...
Let's take a walk
around the park,
but please don't forget
that you have to bark.
No matter what you
want to say,
Just watch, think and bark,
Not many people in the park,
nobody near enough to hear me,
if I say a poem or two.
So I do.
Look at the trainLook at the trainLook at the train,the train, the train!
Rattling byClackety-clackat the back of the housesup on the track.
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
Hand on the bridgefeel the rhythm of the train.
Hand on the windowfeel the rhythm of the rain.
Hand on your throatfeel the rhythm of your talk.
This is the city:buildings, buses, trains and carsconcrete, metal, bricks and glasshouses, lights and cinemasshops and offices and barsthis is where the people are.
Today I read a bus stopand then I read a van,a poster and three carrier bags,some shop signs and a manwho had a crazy T-shirt on.