hide.
crouching, breathless, in the closet
tucked away among fancy furs,
mothballs and mahogany.
footsteps - i draw a cautious breath -
and exhale slowly, sure of this:
i will be found.
someone is seeking me.
seek.
dwindling numbers, the countdown finished -
uncovering eyes from an impatient hand.
steps: cautious, moving toward confidence
i will find them.
someone is waiting to be found.
hide.
waiting, restless, in the whirlwind
hidden away in plain sight,
restaurants and coffee shops.
footsteps - i draw a nervous breath -
and let it out, sure again of this:
i won't be found.
no one is seeking me.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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