Glasgow, Monday Evening

After closing time, rain and wind has swept
all dirty breath away. Walls, older city cliffs
chaos of hometime’s deluge has left the city
broad and winded, euphoric, with glossed
neon washed onto its streets. Sky slides from
lilac east to cobalt west and in the south
canyons fill with pristine dusk.

Pigeons in Calder Street

Blue birds shoal in morning flight from canyon walls of Calder Street.
High above Govanhill’s wet dirt and spit,
sharp wings divine the air as one ellipse
drifts on the wind, rolls away,shows brilliant underparts,
flickers down on slate like rain on quarried rock,
murmuring the next move.
Black arrows hurl themselves on linen sky.