The Open Fly
In a bathroom cubicle
3 x 4
all fumbled in fury,
I question the modesty
of the open fly.
As shadows dance
along the walls,
a cat
listens from one side
and a button sounds
innocent enough, right.
Especially, next to the integrity
of the strangers eyes
peering from beneath their brows,
burning a hole in my back
afraid they will be next.
It all boils down to perspectives.
Eventually, we all come face to face
with our own trying times
testing our future steps.
Today, I face the button
an innocent button.
As I lean against the wall
in that cubicle
unable to fasten my pants.
©River Urke 2013
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Hey there River, Love this – all the best to you Scottie xxx http://www.scotthastie.com
As always…a poem to engender thought.