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2018, 6*, Birmingham, buildings, cars, crane, crimson, custard, evening, floor, gazing, glass, glide, leaves, light, mauve, passing, phone, railings, red, reflection, seagull, smile, south, talking, traffic lights, train, travelling, voices, windows, world
travelling
back
under … … the evening aisle lights
as she gazes across on the tinted glass
bites her quick and the passing
flicks her phone crimson and custard leaves
smile in her mouth turning
she has a fixed while the blokes do their
shake-heads, look-down – talking – ‘so funny’,
—\O___
out of Birmingham New Street
the seagull holds the glide
southwards over the wetted
bitumen floors of long demolished buildings
cars rise slowly
to traffic lights held at bright red
—\O___
mauve pilot lights into the early evening
the crane folded away into a four
—\O___
on the regional train
the darkening has set in,
there is no outside
just a double world on the window
with occasional disembodied station lights
illuminating railings to go
went to visit my daughter in the midlands, then travelled home
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
buildings wormhole: Hastings: neither all or nothing
cars & voices wormhole: BLUEFLAGS by William Carlos Williams
crane wormhole: early // Minoan & Mycenaean Exhibitions in the British Museum – diptych
evening wormhole: La Route de Louveciennes, 1870
glass & light & windows wormhole: birth in the world
leaves & red wormhole: The Diligence at Louveciennes, 1870
mauve wormhole: mauve
passing & travelling wormhole: horizon
reflection wormhole: ash leaves
seagull wormhole: Fishermen at Sea, 1796
smile wormhole: SPRING AND ALL XI by William Carlos Williams
talking wormhole: prose piece 2 from POEMS 1927 by William Carlos Williams
traffic lights wormhole: transferring
train wormhole: passing
world wormhole: glamour of saṃsāra
mlewisredford 
This is wonderful! The circularness of the first part works no matter which way you circle around it. There’s a strangely lovely poeticness about reading it right to left, as one reads the other lines of the poem.
And, I learned a new word: bitumen.
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ah, thank you: strangely satisfying about letting loose words like ‘bitumen’
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it is a great word, though i’m not certain it can be easily worked into conversation. 🙂
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now, that is a bitumen of a challenge … if you don’t take too much notice of the meaning
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