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Painted Underpass

Painted Underpass

Poem By wildsweetone ...

There’s a city playground painted
on the underpass walls,
bright colours purloined
from life and trowelled
on concrete, in a slow-energy
town. Under a starless
sky, black fluro spray swamps
the happy scene. Obscene
bubbled letters obliterate
the jungle-gym, and when grey
edges the paint-tag, dirt obscures
the innocent joy
in the children’s painted eyes,
like the passing
of a much-loved pet.

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