midnight

the secrets out
i’ve seen the wall
written in mind melt purple ink

the words spoke
as i was passing
little arms waving

clattering letters
chatting amongst themselves
i felt totally out of place

pausing politely
introductions first
i should have never left my block

fugacious conflict

naked
without reason
hurried heart howls

walking
aimless stutter
shifts high gear

clothed
in humility
blankets the noise

waiting
subdued shadows
sustain simplicity

clutching
the cure
one motions mutely

turning
back around
i never ask
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SundayScribblings No 123 topic: ask; photo: without a heart, faster panda kill kill, flickr