THE SIGN

Posted on February 20, 2012 by | 2 Comments

Part of a day’s gather escapes
through a gate left unlatched
and we discuss signage,
phrasing neighborly verbiage
through clenched teeth
that will necessitate
a billboard to incorporate—
all the reasons why
they’re open or closed
when everyone should know:

           LEAVE GATES
LIKE YOU FIND THEM

      or find another way
to get where you’re going.

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2 responses to “THE SIGN”

  1. Alan Parenti's avatar Alan Parenti | February 20, 2012 at 12:46 pm | Reply

    How a should be known truth gets spoken in so little words. I love it John.

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  2. John's avatar John | February 20, 2012 at 1:12 pm | Reply

    How’n the hell are you, Alan? Been awhile.

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