Friday, 25 May 2018

A little light pollution

It had been a lovely evening,
All birdsong and soft light.
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Now, it became the night;
Noisy with sirens in murky olive grey,
Punctuated by flashing blues and reds
And that malicious green that's
Quite untouched by nature.

I used to love the city,
Now I don't.
But with loss of love came indolence
And perhaps a little fear.
Would elsewhere be better?

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