Up in the corner
Around the left of the first door
After that last flight of stairs
I sit and I stare
I see the hands
That push the brooms
That swing the mops
I see the repetition
I see the suits
That march and scuff
I see smiles for others
Curses for themselves
I see the young ones
Skip steps and bruise elbows
Spill ice cream and
Choreograph imagination
I see the passing
Passionate interludes
The trading of secret goods
The adjusted hair pieces
All thought hidden
Up in the corner
I hold in my shadow
I piece their puzzle
I write my web
YOU ARE READING
EXPOSED
PoesiaA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.