This grey/green landscape by Ian Lewis Copestick

I look out through

dusty white nets
at this grey/green landscape
that I have seen
for nearly every
day of my entire bloody life.
At 2:46 this march,
in pastel colours,
afternoon it’s beautiful, bathed
washed in a pale
spring sunlight.
I remember a scouse dealer telling me
that he thought
where I lived was a beautiful place, and that
it was where
he wanted to move to. At the time I laughed,
now I can see
exactly what he meant to say.

IAN LEWIS