Never dream

The tram passes by the palms;

The sea behind I could touch

If I reached between the blocks

Blotting out the red sunrise.

If I only stretched my hand

Past the beige-coloured sand

And drowned out the noise

Of the drills and grinders

With their rough reminder

That enough is not enough;

Maybe I could hold back

The crazy relentless race

To fill each and every plot

Until we edit out and lose

All sight of sky or beach

And never more may reach

And never dream to touch.