Three little words
spray painted on a park bench.
Far from the only words there,
but the only words to catch my eye.
So whoever you are, why did you do it?
I just wanted to walk today
without really thinking.
Now I’m tangled up
in that question and others.
Beyond basic survival instincts,
why do we get out of bed at all?
Do what we do?
Any of us?
For Profit?
Love?
Recognition?
What if it all boils down
to three jagged little words in the end,
whether uttered, scrawled, or screamed?
Haunted Avenues 