as I stroll down the city lane,
on one side the bright lights
of Winter Wonderland with Christmas songs
played to death in every town.
Tall sinister trees are on guard
and to my left flows a murky canal,
neon reflections making it seem
as if silver has been sprinkled on its gloom.
Forgotten Cardiff: imprisoned by iron railings,
on the bridge a fountain, Jacob's Well,
with Jesus and the Samarian woman
but a can of empty cider stands near,
modern memento...soon to disappear.