Hidden
I see hints of poems everywhere—
in newspaper articles
in the sunshine
in a smile.
But like a nature photographer
with a bullhorn,
I have trouble coaxing
the creatures out into the open
so I can take the perfect shot.
I see hints of poems everywhere—
in newspaper articles
in the sunshine
in a smile.
But like a nature photographer
with a bullhorn,
I have trouble coaxing
the creatures out into the open
so I can take the perfect shot.