Somewhere there are secrets.
They hide like children
giggling behind closed doors
hoping to be discovered.
They hide for a purpose;
a game of counting moments in the dark
contemplating the successes
of one closet over the other.
Secrets hide,
not out of fear,
but out of fun;
dark shadows whispering within the linens.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 166
Hide-and-Secret
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.