SecretsA Poem by papaedInternal dialogue is often best expressed.They chose a gravel bar, the one where they first made love. It was good then. But that’s a secret. He faces away from the smiles. A log is floating slowly by. He hates his bow-tie. But that is a secret. The water keeps flowing. He feels he’s flailing, a drowning man in a river of confusion. But that’s a secret. His level of commitment oscillates. Being unwed is not so bad. He begins to wonder if he could just run. But that’s a secret. The small crowd sings a hymn poorly. He focuses on two butterflies. The preacher drones. He’ll keep his secrets. © 2010 papaedReviews
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6 Reviews Added on May 31, 2010 Last Updated on May 31, 2010 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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