see.
what lies underfoot,
under stones,
beneath the wooden porch,
the steps,
the cellar, where webs
are woven.
where mushrooms grow
in the black dirt.
so much
life behind the scenes.
the insects
crawling, flying, burrowing
themselves,
their seed.
so many secrets left
unturned, unseen,
not to mention
the ones unspoken
between you,
and me.
No comments:
Post a Comment