with deadened eyes
and plastic smiles
they run from us in fear
their kerosene spirits
will light you on fire
for even the wood bleeds here
the trees can hear
the skies can see
there's nowhere left to hide
you fear you'll be discovered
but it's life so enjoy the ride
the side walk cracks
are oozing hope
infecting those who pass
and all that go by
will be noticing still
the vibrance in sky and in grass
with painter's hands
and artist's eye
i fill the world with colors
with a wave of my hand
and the peals of my laugh
i still fill them with wonder
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