from the window
of the back side of the city library,
a jumble of roofs –
not the straight street lines;
the soaring spires just out of sight;
whitewashed houses with crooked tiles;
a wooden trellis;
two streetlights cosying up to the Corn Exchange;
crooked chimneys, five in a row, retired from service;
the sixties shopping centre’s sheer straight box;
grey concrete facades;
quietly dirty windows;
a dragon atop a weathercock, in oxidised green;
to the right and the left, antennae cluster.
A shy skylight (or is it a solar panel?)
frames the reflection as the clouds drift by.
A swooping bird drops by for a moment
as I perch with my book in my hand.