Passing through my own life
un-noticed
un-remarked upon
quietly doing what is expected,
sneaking my fun
beyond the brief.
But that’s unnecessary,
just as there is
no need
to lock up my thoughts,
a presumptuous act
in a world of wooden ears.
Surveillance? in Pomes and Epigrams
- July 29, 2019, 8:17 a.m.
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