Written in private places,
not letting anyone know what
it is I'm doing back in corners,
writing incessantly.
A secret tell-tale note, insipidly
playing itself in my composition,
being sung within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, these steal-away- with- yourself moments....like tiny treasure chests to be opened...sometimes a Pandora' s Box...I have cloaked corners of my own. Great write! ! ! PEACE