Oh, these things
they come tumbling
Like raindrops
and
secret kisses
These things
they lurk unseen
Tickling keen
seeking
daylight’s new dawn
They lie
these things
Spinning yarns
Such
indiscrete fictions
These things
‘neath pebbles
Rocks all set
for
the turning
These hidden
memories
or feelings
or
stolen moments
These landmine
things
awaiting
the
inquisition
Oh, these things
These hidden things
Just waiting
for
release
[From Gretchen’s prompt: ‘Hidden’]
