Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Small Rain in a Gold Dusk

I would not bet
A lot of folks
Would care that much
To find me out.

A few. That’s fine.
The best of all
Ways to get lost
Is to be small

And in plain sight
All of the time,
Right where you are.
No one will search

For what they see
Day in, day out.
As you can see,
You can’t see me.