There are three image prompts for today’s poem, all of which fit in somewhere. You can see all three on Paul Brookes’ site (my quota on WP is almost full). The one below is by Marcel Herms, Kid Blue going to the city.

A new day

The kind of thing we write in stories:
the downfall of concrete,
the uprising of the oppressed,
the green and blue,
les sans dents;

how the sky opens
above the fog and smog
and human filth
and pours, green and growing,
out of the broken flagstones.

When the night trees gather
their peace and let it fall
on the grey, washing it with the colours
of bird feathers, then the earth will sing,
the oceans wash clean our bones.