Cobham DriveThe wind wand is horizontal;
Rainbow neon circles are all aglow;
Coloured boxes spin violently
In the urban forest,
While the resin rods clatter and chatter.
Filthy and ferocious gusts
Force manmade modes of transport
From the street and into the waves.
Sea meets the sky,
Swallowing the earth elementarily.
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