Is there poetry in the parking lot? <br />In the grid like lines of Milton Keynes? <br />Behind the scenes the dead wind rustles and shakes water's sea-ward dreams <br />Is there poetry amid the reeking refuse and overflowing bins? <br />Here is a flutter of wings as the flyer burns with freedom's fire and turns upon the wind to the sound of the evening choir <br />'And what about you? Is it in you too? ' it sings. <br /> <br />Is there poetry in the harsh reflections of the glass <br />In the regimented streetlit boulevards? <br />Underground the village ghosts turn and float their frosted lips across the cars <br />In stars and patterns etched along each stretched out hand of every tree <br />And lace-like silhouettes where startled birds take off in muted moon-like light <br />Turning to the sun mid-flight <br />'And you? Is it in you too? ' they cry.<br /><br />Mina Harker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milton-keynes/
