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Slashes of sunlight

Sunlight slashes bright lines
In the grey clouds
Scattered across the early morning sky.

Roadworks

The sticky smell of fresh tar
Smacks my senses wide awake
Its pungent punch leaving me gasping
For the already less than fresh air
Of this high road of Olympic hope

Glitter

Stratford Circus cafe:
Glitter, gold and green, on
Brown skin
Smilingly shyly, she apologises
For her appearance
She is in a play, she explains

Later, on the bus:
Gold and green, on
Brown skin
Lips defiantly orange
Hair piled perfectly high
A loose strand tucked neatly away
With manicured hands
She does not apologise
For herself.