A Voyeur's Tightwire

© 2000 Ondrea Walmsley
All rights reserved.

steely phantoms
slipped by stealthly
from your unguarded moments
as they tight-roped along
a voyeur's taut wire.
balanced precariously,
your thick gasps
swayed them over imagination's
obsidian arrowhead.
yes, they played you well
and you observed
discarded aspirations
loitered between the fringes
of the Wayside Station 'formation'
and the glimpse of glory
yet undefined, craggy, unwashed
carelessly entered
leaving his fancy-speaking
overcoat behind.
such can be
this grand scheme
and in end,
the script
was written badly
after all.

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