greenway

Today, the 6 week old greenway recycling plant went up in flames
We joked that the thick, black plumes of smoke
Were the by-product of a colleague's birthday cake
And as I drove beneath the burning mass of trash
And the flocking journos, I thought to myself
What terrible optics

Do you want to fade into obscurity?
It is such a pleasant fall
Through the grey, I find that every day
Blurs at the edges
But the colour is bursting through

The bones of my very soul are so old
But my blood has got vigour
It is a small comfort

I cannot seem to find a definition
That doesn't leave vinegar on my tongue
Something, that I cannot name
Neither time nor space
Just a different texture

Give me comfort
Give me grace
And the love
To fill this place



Credits
Writer(s): Ange Tuffnell
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