SAME VIEW DIFF DAY

the wood is rain-green and lumbar absent
dogs
run
mad for nothing and sniff its concrete plinth

its the same bench 
and the same view

low buildings and farmers squares and the estuary a grey fuzz
before
rolling Kent

trees hide the QEII bridge of suicides and queues

but
with different people
at a different time of day
its
like
a
painting revamped to fit

and
sometimes the light and me are solid chrome
but
if the inside sun is there
then
music
sounds how it should again 

all bubbles and bells and feeling