We lived high-rise;
a climb to the garden
roof-topped and fake
with turf that turned up
rotting in the corners.
Still it was thrilling
full angle city views
cutting across rooves
and spiral Fire Escapes
clinging on in dizzying descent.
There we breathed afresh
peering at pavements
thick with fumes and feet.
But best recalled, all our nights;
hushed summer love talks
laying cool together
and 25 New Years
champagne bottles popping
the clink of glass, the fizz
and London’s pyrotechnics
airborne over the Thames
– we lived the best view in town.
For Sanaa’s Open Link Night where anything goes but her prompt option is Hopper’s “City Roofs” which inspired this poem
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