Let’s not die. Let’s hide
when the black sack comes
to close over our heads.
Let’s sneak away
through access tunnels
down deserted alleyways.
Let’s pitch our tent
beneath the pines
where mountain bikes don’t go.
Let’s live like mice
steal cheese and bread
from silent houses.
Let’s watch our son
when he’s sleeping
so he thinks we’re only ghosts.
Credit Note: This is one of three new poems by me that are included in JAAM 31, the 2013 issue of JAAM magazine, which had a very successful launch a week or so ago.
The Tuesday Poem: is by Grace Taylor.
Great poem, Tim
Fantastic, Tim!
Thanks, Janis and Kathleen!