Saturday, March 1, 2014

Ciphers


In the city square where strangers come and go, 
No one sees they’re being watched, stranger 
Still, none save me will ever know. 


2 comments:

  1. Captures the now too familiar sense of city: the unknowable community.

    It's always going to be a crowd of strangers.

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  2. Wordsworth's poem puts us in the scene; my protagonist is merely a passive observer--no comparison, I'm afraid, but thanks for the kind words and the link..

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