Pale orange strip of sky over rooftops
Crowned by a refreshing shade of light blue
Around the point where blue starts, orange stops
A screen of green leaves from a tree or two
It always amazes, this Salford view
That feels like somewhere rural and rustic
While phases of sunny evening skies queue
To delight and surprise with rhetoric
Of natural watercolours, artless, thick
And smooth. As minutes pass, the orange drops
And fades, the blue changes to darker hue
A bright red street light shines behind the sticks
And branches of a tree no axe has chopped
A reminder of forests that once grew
Sat 12 Sept
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