The concrete peels like a banana from its skin separating the tarpin glue from its rough, crusted surface, fading to a light mossy gray with a rough lichen. It settles beneath the rhododendron, spots of pink in blossom above.
One of my Irregular Writing Outlets. Each poem is written in under a minute. Like this one, except it's not really a poem, because it's missing an image.
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