Hiding In Plain Sight
Music has a special taste
feelings lost in sound
Touching heard across the room
vision by the pound
References left unto themselves
choir boys in tune
Trading what they never had
tribute to the loon
One last chance to make the grade
masks come flying off
Darwin leaving Born in chains
climbing through the moss
Menageries have come and gone
kaleidoscopes diffused
Nomenclature chameleons
—confounded and bemused
(The New Room: January, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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