A fire escape is a misnomer Sitting out here bare to the stars I don’t feel like I’ve escaped The fire that burns within My chest beating with passion Unrequited by the strangers Moving through their lives Awash in yellow fluorescent blush Ignorant of those prowling Along the outer walls bathing In the white blue of the moon Casting pale shadows Like the grim specters Moving on wings unseen Passing unnoticed shades Who see everything Spoken to by no one
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Musing & Creating with T.J.S. Sherman 
You do see ordinary objects like see-saws and fire escapes in very creative ways.
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Thank you. I try to find wonder in the mundane and thinking about it from different perspectives.
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