Hidden

Hidden between endless shapes

barely a line in shading

words flash like an electric sign

open, closed

like a heart passing by

on a street where tears keep

curbs cleaned

hidden just waiting to dance

outside the clinic

that hands out band-aids

for broken dreams.

Leave a comment

burn baby burn

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s