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The Air Is Green

The Air Is Green

Painting of a suburban house with a factory in theh distance

In a brick veneered wasteland
of straight-jacketed lawns,
trimmed hedges and short, swept driveways,
heated tarmac shimmers the view.

Tension, like cables
jack-knifing across streets,
fence suburbia in.

It will pass – this air.
Dragonflies will cease and possums too
A roof tile will slip; grass will brown.

In the distance, traffic thrums,
a startling train echoes across shallow valleys.
The city slumbers.