Jul 2019
We meet, poetic souls upon this stage,
with words we play and flirt, we joke and rage.
What we would reveal is oft concealed,
while what we would conceal is here revealed.
with words we play and flirt, we joke and rage.
What we would reveal is oft concealed,
while what we would conceal is here revealed.
This little poem has been lurking as a Draft since 2010. It is what it is. I think it's time to let it have its moment of exposure to offer its insight. Enjoy!
