Capture

p i c a s s o
stood in big white blocks
in front of the gallery
and a pink hand
ran across his letters,
as the sun set between buildings

somewhere in the park
ghosts flitted from statue
to statue
and trams blocked
the road with steel smiles

while winter trees had the sky
in patches and the pavement
navy blue

we sat and waited
for the 72
and picasso’s
‘O’ jumped out

I photographed the whole word:
a red light had stopped the entire
street, and in the lower
curve of the ‘S’
a man was caught, his
shopping bags glued to air.

p i c a s s o

stood in big white blocks

in front of the gallery

and a pink hand

ran across his letters,

as the sun set between buildings

somewhere in the park

ghosts flitted from statue

to statue

and trams blocked

the road with steel smiles

while winter trees had the sky

in patches and the pavement

navy blue

we sat and waited

for the 72

and picasso’s

‘O’ jumped out

I photographed the whole word:

a red light had stopped the entire

street, and in the lower

curve of the ‘S’

a man was caught, his

shopping bags glued to air.