I hear the soughing of the tram over the rails
In the fast whiz I see a reflection mirrored
Of the comfortable pub along the canal
And the advertisement on the bulletin board

Bright neon lights and screaming colours fill the air
The rails shine with raindrops in unusual ways
And on the footpath that flows like a labyrinth
People follow each other in a polonaise

I step outside my box and search for perspectives
In the puddles I can see the abstract movement
And the symmetry of interesting angles
Capturing urban reflections on the pavement