a secret in plain sight
plain light
pained; slight
sliced
life
ahead, a height leaves
are crumpled where it treads
a lot to be expected
north, alone, stay
you have to follow
a pattern painted around the outside
the secret stays
The San Francisco Missed Connection feed was always so congested with postings that it could be hard to find poems and stories. I did find some pieces I liked along the way, but I never discovered a regular contributor like I did on feeds in New York, Savannah or Las Vegas. If one was out there, they escaped my scanning!