a loving tribute to my city


A girl’s head shakes with the bus’ window as she leans sideways to read a bright pink book, just in front of me. I stare at the little shapes on her hooded top until I realise that they’re little people walking, moving, writhing and have to look away, out the streaky window at the traffic lights and a green, walking man.

Later, somebody steps off the tram and I notice the words on the back of their green pants are saying “Mekon Delta”.