One more night

It is night: The final fall
into the seeded,
the run for cover in jails
where lock down is long overdue,
the fight for balance in bright hospitals,
overcharged tourist in the slum;
all foretells a possible run down
and a way out,
a whisper in trees
bursting with summer.

The unobserved moves accordingly.

Published February 03, 2012 Write a comment
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Nightowl
like a snapshot from Life magazine. Great piece, vivid and disturbing. You're right, the unobserved do get around. tfs
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andrasidan
Thank you both!!
 
freedom speech
a real nice poem god bless you i really liked it .. :)
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leafsailor
a nice slippery poem I've been a shadow man my self easy on the mind ,i like it a lot
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