Latticework. A poem
I checked my jacket, ripped and dirty
glanced at my watch, just past 11:30
I crouched by the latticework and caught but a few
some words that lingered, some that flew
I remembered a fence: painted yet always graffiti’d
the layers built up but the worlds never fleeted
I caught a syllable but nothing coherent
in the line of fire I wished I was transparent
I didn’t like what I heard. Why was I there?
the thoughts in my head reigned of despair
I remembered a line told by a friend
always borrow but never lend
I borrowed a line from a mystery show
“Picture a valley and there you must go”
so I took in the abuse of minds obtuse
I drifted away… no longer there but always astute
- Glenn D
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