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)