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Hiding In The Open

I hide in plain sight

The merge of the skyline

Moon and shaking trees

To my eyeline

Stopped in mid-step

The from work to car to home track

A trendy race most are afraid not to

Run point to point to point

Stopped in mid-step

Like catching a glimpse of myself

in the mirror in a pair of shades, sharp suit

Hiding in the open in the

Middle of the parking lot


The blood orange globed Moon

Hanging like an ornament

Inches above the

Dark wintergreen mosh of trees,

I'm blocking a spot,

They honked

So I moved

And turned to go in

To hide out of sight

just like the rest of em'.

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