Hidden 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)

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