Hands over river

slurry water

 

barge glides as always

throttle drive, tide line:

 

Thames grey & choppy

Tate floats upswept

 

a giant hairdo to the sky.

 

Humanity clings to

high rise, steel rocks silver.

 

We are pawned in

futuristic dominion

 

turn aside to sweep

sleep from summer eye

 

catch your smile  & all shifts;

another place, a distant time:

 

star rise.