Lines written for #FromOneLine 287
There is something in the walls
The swirls: Moving inside
Changing colors
A strobe here
A flash there
As eons rush past
Behind the barricades
Of this world
And the others
Beyond reach
It’s surprising how vivid
Fireworks can seem
To the drowning eyes
Of a refugee
The morning air felt still
As if it carries the weight
Of another magenta night
Men crossing borders restless
Leaving behind the city lights
And little packets of memories
Strewn across echoing hallways
Holding scraps close to the chest
Passports, IDs, cards, and such
For what else are we but barcodes
In this unruly, ravaged world!
Blue Pen Strokes 