Borderland Sky Garden

Convoys of concrete mixers roaring,
lorries filled with building materials staggering,
handcarts attached to push bikes weaving,
ferry food to a hungry beast
seeking development.

Steel structures
emerge and grow
covered with ropes,
pulleys, and buckets
planted between
gaudy townhouses
occupying the ground
once swampland.

Chairs, tables,
street umbrellas
invite fantasies
of alfresco dining
with people sitting
passing time
amidst signs
of globalisation.

Ubiquitous brands
inciting glamorous dreams
shine between piles of trash
and inconvenient
transient shelters
made of corrugated iron
with plastic tables and chairs.

This poem appears in  Chiron Review #95 (summer 2011)

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