Like a door marked do not enter or maybe do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, I have always been kept out or maybe I just didn’t want to go in. DO NOT CROSS… that red ribbon or maybe yellow police tape; what will we find behind it.

Do not enter
Such colorful tape
To state
On such treasures
An entrance to forever
Or much too late

Red ribbon
Happy faces cut
Yet I love
Yellow hintin’
At who still lies?

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

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