So Nearly Night

The sun set out
Across the towers of South London
Dark and swept in clouds
Their little windows
And wild shouts
With raising arms
And hooded heads
The sun sets out
And above treads
In static shafts
The movement lays
A light that starts
And ends a day
A mild child sits down below
Unsure of where the sun will go
And round about
The towers grow
Their windows bright
In tight white rows
The sky has frozen
But the blocks remain
For now
Though out of sight
The sun’s gone out
So now it’s night

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