Moon-walk
Pecking for what
isn’t nailed down.
Who will notice
or suspect me.
(I never even looked at it
again.)
Or take me.
as I am.
I wish this would go
on forever,
maybe it does.
My father said as the conductor and I helped him off the train.
I’m in the mood to sing.
Don’t look them in the eye.
Small too, small is good.
No sound.
Just like Bonnie and Clyde,
outlaws.
April 2015
BK
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