In Selly Oak

like a car crash in the middle of the night
too dark to see the road ahead
tiny cars bouncing about a concrete park
at a pace only described as frightening

still i walk alongside the
broken streetlights
not afraid of anything

like a child in a buggey looking
at the glorious sights a
market has to offer

so gently the sun rises on bristol
old smokes covering the
bus stop floor

the mornings cold with a hint
of sausage and chips
in the air as the jungle
moves slowly under
my feet

the world is alive with
the cool daylight nipping
at my olive green jacket
not unlike the canal
just lower
with more normal
people milling about
off to work and uni

another day of hope