Each town holds its secrets.
Hidden away behind back alleys and sacred spaces
only visible for those with eyes to see
and time to give
The city takes the best of us
the worst of us
intertwines it into a myriad of pulsing dreams and failures
reflects our journies in the form of
paint spattered walls
glowing puddles of stagnant rain
notes left upon abandoned storefronts
weathered corners and polished parking meters
The city holds its secrets close
a story told for the sake of telling
http://nomadiknoize.wordpress.com/2011/03/31/national-poetry-month-day-one/
