Gaze upwards to see
Locomotives of the sky
Noise when low
Steam when high
Automobiles on
Concrete tracks of grey
Breath out steam
Starting early today
Bundled up passers-by
Flow past in a stream
They need no track
But leave a trail ofsteam
Trains of today
Reflect sun with agleam
The only thing where
There is no steam
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Observations of an Urban Poet
PoetryObservations from Gritty the Urban Poet who could be any of us anywhere in any urban centre.
