Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Press Pause Now

Lets hide.
hide on the ceiling, watching the door but they can't see us.
lets hide,
in the velvety darkness under the bed,
see the feet but we are not found.
We could shut the closet doors,
peek through the cracks.
Slip behind the tall grass and hold our breath,
let ourselves sway with the wind.
Lets hide,
in the shadows, pressed against the rough bricks.
in a tree, watching the scene unfold.
with wide eyes. 

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