Philip Carter (London)
White candyfloss floats overhead
And lush green stalks feather my bed
A yellow globe bathes me with warmth
And my body relaxes in its glow
Laying here in the natural world
Where currency has no power
The mind is free to wander
Wherever it wants to
With no restraints or barriers
Across the concrete and brick
Of urban edifices
To the calmness of the rolling fields
Of natures best.
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