by Steven Barry
(London UK)
Green and grey, a contradiction
Brown would be more fitting
A Blueless sky, sunless too
Soon it will be spitting
A telephone pole, next to another
A broom upside down in the ground
A solitary dwelling for a solitary man
Green and grey contradiction all around.
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