As I see Patrick.

a dull grey picture of a yard
with a broken rusting tractor
and a large old pot-plant
more grey than alive.

And then you strolled in and ruined everything.

As birds erupted and patterned the sky
and trees swayed to meet your gaze
and the streetlights flickered
one by one as you passed by.
Windows were thrown open
and people, young and old
cheered and waved flags of red and gold
and every colour of every rainbow that never before existed.

Everything was filled with light, with colour, with life
And I wept. It was all destroyed.
Nothing would ever be any better.


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