shadowsby
tvsometimeComment by blindjustice: shadows, a poem.
Suburbia awakes in a fury
Cock-eyed and head strong,
and smug in its superiority,
cleaner than it should be,
dirtier than it wants to be.
The lines intersect
unaware of mortgages
and divorces, and seedy trysts
in late model sedans and love
cleaner than it should be,
dirtier than it wants to be.
And all the while,
the day in and day out
the sturm und drang
plays it self out
cleaner than it should be,
dirtier than it wants to be,
in the shadows.
Photographer found comment helpful.
