On a wall at the end of my street
Are cryptic letters that do not make a word
Painted in brilliant, angry colors,
They create a code I cannot read.
Appearing after a peaceful weekend,
Do they portend a maelstrom due
Or do they simply say “Hello’
To those who speak that other language.
ljm
I don't speak graffitti very well. This is part of BLT's challenge game of Merriam Webster's word of the day writes. Join in - it's fun.