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Hiding Places

a love poem by Thomas Davis

I have hidden my face.
The green grass has grown wild about my house,
And the hiding places of the heart
Have multiplied and become numerous.

Spring croaks and thrashes at the wind.
The stars grow plump like yellow pears,
And the trees stand up, straight and proud,
From the soils of the earth.

I chant the words of love
And let my tongue grow dry with history.
I sing out the beauty of the sky
And tell the clouds to be silent
And to cease their rumbling.

Summer is the promise of the sun.
Conflict is the garment of drama.

O woman, you are the wind
And the sound of the wind.
O woman, you are the spirit of the stars.

I have hidden my face.
The green grass has grown wild about my house.
The hiding places of the heart
Have multiplied and become numerous.

O woman, on slippery ground
I will catch you and hold you in my arms.

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