middle barrier

In the morning, the blue sky
Opens pink across the fields,
Grasses awake in orange and
Smoke rising over the hills.

Scenes of life, closer to the
Road than I am used to --
Children kick threadbare toys
Along the shoulder, and men
Cross the median, leaping the
Middle barrier towards work.

A young boy shits beside
Passing cars; He faces away
Towards shacks and concrete
Walls, a tangled web of wires
Carrying light and fire into the night.

How do we reconcile this with
The rising mountain, the pink
Skies? Philippi after a cold rain,
Lazy cows and crying children;
Dirty water and a view of the
Crashing Atlantic.


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