I recall two magpies
The bushes around Innovation Way are getting more and more overgrown.
I still cannot really….
cry to be honest. With you.
There are kids fishing at the fountain with their dad and I assume dads mate.
A fatherless jogger progresses along Lakeside.
Flies of thunder attracted to the luminous Karimor top.
A feint smell of glue.
Run out across a surrounding field in the hope that I find the answer to something.
X would scramble nervously underneath The Europarc advertising boards facing the A/M180.
The smokers smoke outside the factorious factory. A car driver waves me on.
Trying to find clues in the capitalistic detritus.
The discarded breakfast sign sleeps just off Genesis Way.
A dispute about keys to …blip in The Centre of Innovation.
‘Sorry – we’re closed…’
Then the estate agent returns a call at the last moment and grants me the keys.
A serious man of business leaves – no tie.
Undone top button of white shirt.
He drives past in a silver Mercedes.
Birds sing within the trees of innovation.
The office manager says something about reversing his car.
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I’m waiting on Genesis Way in my car.
The sun is blinding my eyes as I recall passive stares from the shirtless fishers by the lake.
A gentle sadness…
The obligatory fountain has stopped.
The Haiths bird food hopper is on repeat.
A perpetual hum of productivity…
Origin Way. Summer. June. 17.20 hours. Friday evening.
A perpetual backdrop of scowling traffic ebbed and flowed along its A180 tributary.
The latest intake of notional students lolled around on the red sun-baked paving of Origin Way.
Europarc nine to fivers began exiting the site for a weekend of prescribed leisure whilst security guards, process workers and cleaning operatives remained in situ.
X registered a moment of sublimation as a crow hopped from one lamp post to the next.
The lights transformed from dim grey glow to an illuminated orange as the fowl of the air landed upon each pedestal.
A dyed blonde-haired woman in her early thirties drove past.
She lit a post-work cigarette upon exiting Origin Way.
X lurked among the carefully tended shrubbery – it’s gaze gently resting upon an empty glass balancing on a steel bollard.
The fresh-faced students continued to bathe in a collective subconscious haze.