Seagulls blown across a rainbow
bright against the blackened clouds
bright against an angry sky
tug the boats at their mourings
churn the hapless seas
shift the sands
dislodge the bins
and tumble the beach huts
Wrapped in his coat and scarf
an old man turns his face away to avoid its bite
then leans into it
struggling up the hill
it trys to steal his shopping bag
...unsuccessfully
TV aerials regret their positions
street lights nodtrees wave their branches
as it sings through cables slung between poles
cables swinging wildly
cables howling
howling with the wind
