Friday, August 21, 2015
a little book of prose-poetry ... 31
If I close my eyes
And don’t ever peek
No one will see me
In hide ’n go seek.
When at last
They stop looking
And calling my name
I’ll open my eyes
Midst joyous cries:
Glad for my new-found fame.
—
Garry D. Kilbourn
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