Sometimes I catch a glimpse
but it vaporizes before I can show
or understand
what I am seeing
And then I know, with certainty
what shall not be muttered
tastes much sweeter.
I muse on such savory moments
when I know I see
but cannot show
licking lips, in a daze
These are not secrets, No!
There for All to notice
particularly
some note just for You
Alone with these notions
all absorbed in Nothing
I present Myself
Outside
sensing atmosphere
Playing the game of
“I was Here.”
Image of painting by Arthur Wesley Dow [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, The Derelict(Lost Boat), 1916.
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