jumping the stile at an
unguarded place, we avoid
the gatekeepers and their
sour smiles, using all the
pigments at our fingertips
to leave our mark on those
blank spaces left carelessly
pristine--yes, I was
here--along with Kilroy,
and scratched my images
so they can be seen beside
lush landscapes, under
no lesser light than
the sun bearing down
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