----- A Sam Scott poem: 2nd October 2023 -----
The landscape has been clouded by dust The skyline vanishes as the definition Between the hope of sky And the dismal reality of the ground Pervades and creeps The red luscious heart Is tempered, not fully destroyed Shadows creep in the debris Thoughts of that past life Flickering in the enforced dusk Memories of suburbia Laughing, chatting, walking Discussing nothing Meaning everything Breathing in the freshest air No dogs barking now Some humans weeping We have some work to do Time may still be on our side In the process of utopian restoration
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