I know you are
dying to for me to
read
some more of my poems
so
I have come out of hiding
so you won’t be
alone
You can tell me
all of your by passing
thoughts
the ones you want
written about and
the ones you do not
And then something will
catch my attention in an
odd sort of way
with a funny look in my
eye
I will tell you
I must be on my way
but the whole idea
was just of and in the moment
of not being alone
but once that moment
was over
then the reason for
coming out of hiding
is over and done.
So I am gone
and away
and may be
back…when?
It is not in my present nature
to tell nobody
and that means
no one
