No Place

The buildings line the street.

Such bright colours

lining the street

of the holiday resort,

a place near the beach,

a living place.

But if I should transform the cars,

into their metal box shapes.

If I should paint out their windows

and doors, 

and the windows and doors

of the buildings in the street,

it would leave me 

with coloured squares

and rectangles

dividing blue from green or white

with no life left there.

No place,

no place

for life

at all.


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