Secret Language

The thin veil of fog slowly rise and
reveals a clear blue autumn sky in the
mirror that lies beneath

The colors of autumn surround me and
the air is clear and fresh

I pass a couple sitting on a bench,
they have a cup of coffee in their
hands; nothing they say can be heard
or understood by me

Their language is as secret as it is

I look to the sky and let out a long sigh
I turn my eyes to the mirror blank water
and smile

I also know a secret


“Secret Language”, joho 2012-10-12

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