Clusters, houses, hovels
I pick time and memory
Plucking, rehearsing
Playing out Time
Houses, clusters blocks
The village looks dirtier
Except that a car races
Not to be outdone by any
Glitterati, houses race with time
Slowly, there is a stumbling
As they pale into the green
And sloping tracts
Houses, hovels
Time stops, as our car does
And, far in the distance
A glimmering light raises hope.
