why are fences all so tall
as i flail my fingers to raw bone
trying to scale the wall
which time has cleverly grown
you are on the other side
wearing costumes proper and prim
all in an effort to hide
with a light kept purposefully dim
i should have noticed much more
since everything was colored in sight
but one eye saw the floor
while the other distracted by light
It seems never to be what i thought
so i apologize having been caught
i the fool who went rushing within
never knocking but wearing this grin
an old man who should have known better
still thinking i've got to go get her
our hearts are sewn on our sleeve
while our minds are clever and bright
and it's hard to know when to leave
but i'll acknowledge and wish you good night.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

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