A mirror palindrome

One is happy
not unusual except
it’s eight am
and it’s grey

“I‘ll walk with you
for a bit
you don’t mind do you”

happy humming

“lovely
the wild birds …
how they fly free
drawing gentle loops
on that crisp blue water”

an uncertain sun pierces the clouds

“in those spent grey buildings
running their rat race
how they slave away
the corporate animals …
awful”

silent crying

“you wouldn’t know would you
for a while
I worked here — like you”

and it’s grey
it’s eight am
not unusual except
one is drunk