NaPoWriMo 2.26: Zones 1 to 5

Like a satellite, all I can see of him is a distant silver spin –

Here’s an attempt / variation on a curtal sonnet, based on an overheard quote of a while ago…

 

Zones 1 to 5

 

Like a satellite, all I can see of him

is a distant silver spin:

a storm system on his thin-

ning scalp. He echoes every single

automated place name, loudly:

Cottingley. Morley. Batley.

 

“Lidl’s profits are up.” His eyes,

unseen, are its sun-yellow signs.

“Nobody lives where they work

anymore. We spend all our time

 

moving people.”

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