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history books an evening at the theatre ..
the sky flaxen grey above the city
turns to straw around the scalp beneath the
sun scratching its head
as to why such a pity one so seldom
goes out
Published 19th Sep 2019
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19th Sep 2019 3:34am
Firstly, I love the personification, Paul. Secondly, they're all too busy with their faces in computers and phones to go out or notice. Shame too.
19th Sep 2019 7:19pm
It might be the pollution ... or disconnect with the 'outside world' ... and as Ahavati notes, a preference for virtual reality & computers.
