Open Space

You whisper a wonder.
You avoid a plunder.
A head and a hurricane.
A treasure of your vain.

In your shadows you gasp.
In your secrets you’re trapped.
There is a sign in front of me.
There are colors I want to see.

Highways and grounds.
Bedtimes and hounds.
They tell me to be aware.
They move me from there.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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