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Just before yellow grass and half full foliage 

before the blue sky and whispy clouds arrive

eyes lay upon dilapidated homes and empty displays

cars are left as food for an ever hungry sun

but just beyond, across grass-less hills

glistening smokestacks coughing into space

Painted brick, brilliant colors reaching back towards me

Telephone lines dip down for a taste of earth 

only to go back up for a breath of dirtied air

So much grey blesses a cloudless horizon

striving to choke out the green and blues

paper cups, paper plates, paper people in the gutter of electric cities 

What a strange new world lying lifeless in my lap