Hidden
Hidden twixt white cotton
Sheets and sheets
Warmed with sun
Bleached by dry, bright rays
Smell'n of hot linen
Tears gloss the pine tops
Dry stiff on my neck
I stand
Hide'n
Goose shrieks as it streaks
'Cross blue air
Clean up there
Our poor sick world
Weeps with me
naomi
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