Inner City Courtyard
Balcony-vegetation colours offer
updates
on the hit-and-miss diversity
of changing seasons,
my neighbours’ plants shaming
my own wrought rust.
Today, for Monday is still
wash day,
synthetic rainbows flap, a
rare windstorm
covers the hotel garden’s bush
with witches’ knickers,
drowns the drone of marketing conventioners on its mikes
against the steady soundtrack
of domestic discord,
heard above the traffic,
carpeted by thick walls.
Warm winter clouds of global
pink
cross a sample of sky, deep
smog-filtered blue,
challenging rooftop labourers,
aiding suicidal cats
as evening drops and tiered
lights synch on,
and shutters fall from
ground-level up
in search of shelter from one
hundred years
of lack of solitude.
Bryan Murphy is a retired translator and editor who now concentrates on his own words as a writer and an actor. His e-book, Linehan's Trip, is available from http://www.smashwords.com/
I wrote this last winter, shortly after I'd retired and suddenly had plenty of time to observe Italian condominium life.
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