Image ~ Leslie Moon
Come out, come out wherever you are…
I am here. Can’t you see me?
Hide and seek had lost its magic
among the little girl’s tears
pleading for discovery.
Pressed like a butterfly under glass
brown eyes peer with yesterday’s eyes
into the oblivious stares of strangers.
She wants her mother.
They only want the museum tour.
Eternity has too many hours on its clock.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
This was written from the image prompt by Leslie Moon for NWCU's