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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
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They only want the museum tour.
You saw something in the image that took it to a new level.
When we finally tracked her down she was quite frightened.
Your surreal poem reminded me of that moment.
namaste
jzb
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