City Poem
By Philippa Garrard
Published 12 February 2021
We follow
concrete steps,
jutting
the black water.
We feel
the push of twilight
between
shoulder blades.
We watch
city windows,
neon gold,
slide
over the bay.
Published 12 February 2021
We follow
concrete steps,
jutting
the black water.
We feel
the push of twilight
between
shoulder blades.
We watch
city windows,
neon gold,
slide
over the bay.