Blue

What if there was no sky?
Merely pvc roof tiles
with ads painted on
what would we look at?
My Grandad told me how he spent his day
watching clouds; finding shapes
at 15 it was a great vocation.

There was a blue MP3 player in Dixons
and I want it.

I wonder how many people are looking at the sky now,
if we see the same things.
The clouds move slowly
but if you blink they disappear.

We spend the winter booking holidays,
reading about S.A.D., complaining.
The sun has a curious attraction
the warm touch,
to those who lie back
some sort of guiding light.

Finally I flick the switch,
it got too dark
and I have to see my books
the 40 watt bulb makes me squint
just like when I walk out of the office
a new world beckons.


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