slow as slurred speech
to allow a diluted light to fall on this town.
Commas of raindrops cling to branches
or drip from TV aerials.
Roofs gleam the way a flat lake would
on a summer evening.
The townsfolk creep along Main Street
wearing shabby clothes
and damaged expressions.
So much is unfamiliar in this town;
the irregular buildings, the cylindrical fells,
the baggy accent. A northern desolation
acting colourfully in some farcical charade.
A life as thin, as weak, as insubstantial
as the streaks of skeletal light.