like water under the bridge
disguising its flow
making a path down a ditch
causing the senses to grow
fully aware somethings there
but never seen with the eyes
leaving me unaware
of what's just out of my sight
moss grows on the south side
where the tingling lingers
so many places to hide
but no suspects to finger
staying under the radar
on the cusp, in the gray
fear is quite a persuader
when there are debts to be paid
it's hard to move forward
when you're always looking behind
rotten apples in an orchard
the hands of justice is blind
the unknown can be clever
it's yours to just take a bit
but beware of the pressure
of never looking behind
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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