BALANCING, GREEN GRAFITTI
I‘m here at the balancing lakes
Among the housing estates with-
In green spaces, the reason why
I came here twenty fives years
Ago drinking thunderbird wine
Like a hobo on them railway
Lines living the Goodyear dream.
I stop at an empty bench plastered
In pink graffiti. Imagine pink graffiti
In Northern Ireland, imagine kerb-
Stones of pink and white and blue
Or pink white and orange and we’ve
Just came out of a thirty year pink war.
Is my destiny down that left path?
Is it the one less travelled by?
Meandering past the heron standing
Guard, stilled in the waters of green
Graffiti, balancing.
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