I lie in a Green-bowled valley .
Land-locked by surburbia.
I stretch out,as if for an outward embrace of an ideal.
Casting my eyes up the hill,a bike ride away,
City-scape,poses.Pause for aprovement,smilling eminence?
Not atained from me!

The effulgent effusion,of the sunset,colours.
Mellow, memories, for me to reflect.

People Pass,assume inheritance.
Glancing at shops sensations.
Grooming life for tommorow`s definition`s.

Me on lunch,reading away,builder`s overall atire.
Sometimes moved on by men in suits.
The outer seats ,do tolerate us.

That day by the lower ground escalator,reading away.
I looked up to domed glass skylight .
Then suddenly a flock of imagined birds desended,like warm snow and filled me with wonder.
Then a real, Latin/Indian Woman ,Came and smiled at me.

For no good reason.

Will we ever meet again?
From afar we stay.
The day stars the wonderwall dividers?
will we oversee and overcome?
I feel your petulant thighs,our souls,ravenous
for each others care, forever.