atop Big Rock
a red light blinks
the moon appears
out of night fog
through the windscreen
high above the gantry
between skyscrapers
four hot air balloons drift
in the blue space
separating cloud
wind relentless
whirling up dust
my way home
through flights of dragonflies
cycling on and on
balmy evening…
father and son
eating fish and chips
on the lush grass
under a Skyrail