The best place
to hide
is in the open
just below the nose.
Saying out loud
what others
wouldn’t,
couldn’t.
The best secret
stares you down
dares you
to ask
is it true
or just my imagination?
It must be a coincidence
you couldn’t possibly be
telling me,
could you?
"From poetry and photography to magical fiction, I crafts stories of resilience, imagination, and the enduring power of kindness."
Monday, February 22, 2010
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