Poem of the Week-Pained

Looking out of the double pained window

Into the Kings Road Park

Feels like a jungle

Trying to grow

Into my bedroom.

The silent and still green

Has recuperated

From the thrashing wind.

Memories of the jazz concert

In the park

Float to my bedroom

With It Was Just One of Those Things.

Pre-pandemic and pre-double pained

Window Installation

No pain

Where would I gain?

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