Always these intersecting lines
a railway junction, a train
terminal: wires and bolts, a barrier parallel
to the sky. Below looking up
Always these greys, it’s always
raining. A crossroad leading to a street
that bends. Downwards: bitumen and pitch
black shadows, sharp
iron railings: a vertical grid
lights refracted, unbroken
housefronts
Always at an angle, cold slabs drained sinister
impassive, oppressive, too narrow too
tall perpendicular dull white and upright
there