THE TOWN has opened to the
sun.
Like a flat red
lily with a million petals
She unfolds, she comes
undone.
A sharp sky brushes upon
The myriad glittering
chimney-tips
As she
gently exhales to the sun.
Hurrying creatures run
Down the labyrinth of the
sinister flower.
What is it they shun?
A dark bird falls from the
sun.
It curves in a
rush to the heart of the vast
Flower: the day has
begun.