I hide in plain sight
The merge of the skyline
Moon and shaking trees
To my eyeline
Stopped in mid-step
The from work to car to home track
A trendy race most are afraid not to
Run point to point to point
Stopped in mid-step
Like catching a glimpse of myself
in the mirror in a pair of shades, sharp suit
Hiding in the open in the
Middle of the parking lot
Watching
The blood orange globed Moon
Hanging like an ornament
Inches above the
Dark wintergreen mosh of trees,
I'm blocking a spot,
They honked
So I moved
And turned to go in
To hide out of sight
just like the rest of em'.
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