Inspired by the images for day 16 of Paul Brookes’ ekphrastic challenge.
In a soulless room
a plastic-potted plant spots the window
with exotic flowers, an ineffectual screen;
misery howls in the street.
Trampled paper decorations,
streamers strewn, torn and sticky,
remain, memorials of the squalid party,
and in the howling misery by the kerb,
green leaves pattern puddles,
never outshining the petrol spill rainbows.
We have no respect for where we live, or ourselves. (K)
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