Hiding In The Open In Her Room Poem by James McLain

Deep inside the woods
the sun
is slowly filtered out
darkness
hides the vines as they
begin to climb
into the heart of black
oak filled forest.

Intermittent spaced
are limbs
tha catch my sleeves
while
here and there a tree
that are
leafless every one.

I remembered grassy
knolls
and all the bushes
there and
why shes hanging back
I can not tell.

I'd been on the run
where she did not come
to find me.

And while she knows now
who it is, that I am
there's
no need for her
to go back
into that dark forest.