Moonlit above the slow-huddled traffic,
And I breathe a deep breath of night air,
Because, tomorrow, in daylight
I’ll stand amid the trams and roundabouts,
Halfbound for work and slightly stale,
Needing a moment to myself.
It’s silent on the bridge.
Here above it all I smoke a cigarette
And look down, and reflect on
The city speeding gradually below me,
Turning wheels within wheels,
But changing, occasionally, turning, into wheels...
Catherine wheels.
5 January 2006
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