Warning Farm

I should have known something was wrong
Drinking new world wines and eating German cheese
In a small, fragile farm in the centre of a city,

The steel grey buildings dressed in glass looming large,
The creeping sun breeding distractions and shimmers,
Dreams clinging onto the clouds in disguise.

Conversations stuttered
As the animals slept,
Awash with gentle warnings,
Lost and bored in futures thoughts,

All resigned,
Unable to translate.

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