Between neighborly familiarity and industry
Are the quiet places
Between structured, planned housing
and the boxes reserved for mechanicals
Are extra spaces
A buffer between the noises of machines
and the lives of suburbs
Protected by those who would rather a greener world
Is where I am
Neither here nor there, the trick of the light
leaves me alone
For hundreds of miles, away from everything
1 comment:
spelling! come on. even I can tell that isn't a word.
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