The Poetry Kit |
| Marci Rae Johnson | |||
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Hide and Seek Shadows float on the sunburned grass trimmed tight against grey stone where I crouch like a statue behind great-grandfather's grave motionless, not daring to take a breath -- sun swarming between the trees, the sound of late summer bees and my own heart beating under hands, pressed to silence it.
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