When I don’t know what to write, I usually find a picture to post. So, not having got up early enough this morning to take any worthwhile pictures of the first snowfall of the season, I went browsing through recent photos and came across this image taken a few weeks ago at the re-vamped New Street Station, Birmingham. 
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Category: transport
July noon
Cars crouch low, jealous
of their shadows
A swallowtail dallies
among flower-bright trash
Wasps crawl terraza tables
where frosted glasses stood
Stray dogs sprawl
laughing in the heat
The city trembles
flights of fancy
Yesterday I wondered whether the dusty old magic carpet could still fly. Shortly after posting, I realised it didn’t really matter if it couldn’t, as I found this marvellous creature, who offered an equally valid mode of transport for any flight of fancy I might want to make:
case closed
In fact, not just a case, but a whole lot of baggage.
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no poetry
There’s no poetry
in traffic jams:
we edge forward
foot by foot. Caught
behind a juggernaut
with no opportunity
to scan ahead for a turn,
we’re stressing
in the fast lane,
going oh
so
slow,
syncopated with
the nearside flow;
we can’t even
reverse.
don't confuse the narrator 