Evasive Poem by John Shea
Evasive
Like a stigma etched deep in my heart,
And the free trial offer it gave.
Now hidden behind the fig leaf,
Deep in the forest,
Ashamed by the grief.
Find a blind spot to sneak up on me.
Good luck in the woods,
For like the elusive Blue Jay calling.
I am so hard to see.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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Ashamed by the grief. Rachel Ann Butler