The guilty go hiding before our
eyes, behind the green
canopy among glinting
steel and the acrid smell
of rubber,
on hot summer days during
moments of idle chit-chat
and furtive glances calculating
danger and opportunity.
~
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Charlotte Hamrick 
I love this poem. It has a sinister feeling to it. Picture helps capture the mood!
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Zouxzoux this poem is fantastic!
Words of wisdom!
Pamela
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I agree with Mary…there’s a snippet of suspense in this piece…nice write.
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