Flying To Manchester
"This is the best time of the day,"
The taxi man said,
"Before those buggers go to work.
Half an hour's time
You couldn't drive down here."
"I wouldn't want to."
I replied, looking up at the clear air,
Signatured with vapour trails,
And wishing Manchester
Were Singapore or Cape Town.
Kim Helen James
January 1997
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