Like to stare at fences? Enjoy this poem.
For protection,
Two coats of
Pink paint on
Bars might be sick.
Guards one...
Who passes,
Beware at own risk.
Onlookers might laugh
At the wimpyness,
But it traps!
You, like a fly
Goes down spiraling
Along with small dark lays,
Rests eye for days,
Contagious.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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