bungalows abandoned extensions
point skeletal in the naked morning
under cracked blue tarpaulin
swinging heavy in light wind
~
& nerves are jangled
behind the ok façade
of the van man parade
& a panic broth simmers
below the dog walkers
habit natter & chit-chat
~
i can smell it
&
it smells like
what the opposite would be
of the smell of
fresh cut grass
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