a waltz (somewhere in Birmingham).

In Birmingham

it feels sometimes

as though Spring,
while hiding in between

the silver lining

of red brick,
is playing dead

or is it hide-and-seek?
In Birmingham

there is a backyard

where leftover kisses
of rain twinkle old

ciment tiles
into the milky-way

or is it a waltz

of your eyes
daydreaming away

through the window?
Somewhere

in Birmingham.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee

 

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