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.

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