The man from the Council
papers the sky with regulations
to make it look square.
His clipboard is his insurance
against pouring concrete into crevices
where worms used to make wishes.
A name badge is authority
to melt tarmac over knobbly bits of earth
where blackbirds left footprint kisses.
Straightening the lines where things came together
he sweeps away shadows
leaving everything bare.
It’s not called “no title yet” I just couldn’t think of one! I was struck recently how there appears to be tarmac everywhere and there must be so much underneath with so much more character – like cobbled streets, worms, weeds …
This is great, Sarah! I love the way the surrealism is grounded by the images of the man from council. We can see his clipboard and name badge and tarmac while we’re being carried off to places where worms make wishes and the sky looks square. Super duper. I’m sure a title will make itself felt.
Love it, Sarah! I started thinking of Sgt Pepper! Not sure about all the tenses.