hot uncomfortable sand
sun in the eyes
protected with
lies and half truths
and chocolate icebox cake
up the steep stairs
father’s study
the crow’s nest
warm wood
deep chairs
an attic
a man’s place
to hide.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
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There's so much subtext in this poem, so much going on under the surface. I particularly love 'a man's place to hide.'
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