But I am,
in the gap between
the back of the couch
and the wall.
This is my secret place.
Now I mustn't move.
There are voices
and I know whose.
They are saying
grown-up things.
I don’t understand, but I know
I’m not supposed to hear.
I’m listening
with wide-open ears
and keeping
very quiet.
Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: day 23, 'I shouldn't be here'.
knowing you may get caught...but allowing you to peek into the mystery that is beyond your age...smiles...been there
ReplyDeleteI expect we all have. :)
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