New Poem…


When did it start,
The first secret
That required a lie
To keep it.

Was it a pocketed coin that was purloined,
Was it a broken dish or stolen kiss
That was denied or categorized
As something not amiss?

And when the lie was disclosed
Or the secret exposed
Was there laughter, despair
Or catastrophe in the air?

And after exposition,
What was the disposition
Of the former prevaricator
In the midst of confession.


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One Response to New Poem…

  1. So glad you didn’t keep this poem a secret

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