The vast stainless steel plant
of the Capital City Academy
lies under mostly grey at first,
till turning east onto Donnington Road,
all of the sky, over half the world,
appears electric-lit or petrol blue.
under ice blue floes,
down to the cold of whitened ash.
And where would I be without
the ivory lightbox of an upstairs bay,
harmonising with a white
street light outside?
A war party of black cloud has halted
on the ridge of Dollis Hill.
At the corner back, a sort of prayer:
Vouchsafe me a view
of the sanguine amber, oh yes,
the peach red line, yes,
scrabbed in the west...
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