Is the King’s park still?

The view to kill

Green brushes fill the vibrant leaves

Each word coagulates

Nestled on my laptop

Picking the detail

Each side of my brain fights

I let my fingers pull at the keys

Leftover sweat discolors the white lettering

Against the black background

The backlight stings my eyes

Enter, enter, enter

My indexed middle fingers sweeps across my lip

Lost in a thought train

Rounded shoulders hunching my back

The focus of the tight knee

Swollen vertebrae

Thinking, thinking, thinking

Gaze at the barely squeaking trees

The almost blue sky frozen above

The flapping birds break the silence

Free, free, freeflight