May Day

Now the city hoists its sails
as green leaves unfurl to catch
the blustering force of May
and change is in the air
underway and underfoot
in the blood and eye and ear
the whispering roar as of an ocean
eroding at the edge of dreams and thought
all April’s confetti petals swept aside
by unseen hands between two scenes
our backdrop’s being changed
and we are lifted upwards
on this flotsam tide.

Park Circus

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