City (March)

[Chorale] Laughing voice of Björk concatenates from a streetfront record store. Crestfallen voice of Thom Yorke ice-ages the beat-up beatbox. Majestic voice of Martha Reeves throws down the lowdown downtown. Iridescent voice of Frankie Valli wings from automatic wind-down windows. Metallic voice of Madonna mosquitoes in an earplug. Charmed voice of KC warms the sunless waiting room. Plaintive voice of Donald Fagen laments again on download, lost March. Droll voice of Taylor Swift trolleys along miles of supermarket aisles. Shouting voice of John Lennon attacks the languid Mason Jar café. Thin voice of Stevie Nicks quavers from a train door.

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City (January)

City in January glints, shades. The thousands of feet have gone elsewhere, their maze of amaze, bush and beach. Walking’s more attentive, slower. Planned trees reside. Wiggly Hockney cactus fills the tramstop frame: one suedehead sits in Yorkshire’s California greenery, checks her screen with thumbs and fingers. It’s warming up, the traffic is so prosaic. Hunting eyes of thousands are home. They have a TV or pool, squares upon squares of irregular suburb. Eyes in the city roam, appraise. The usual is peaceful, time to imagine a different city, one of visits and reflection, before peakhour spikes again early February.