Singular World Filled with Plural Centers

Of course I hide my secrets
in the opaque part of my life.

The fact I require two hands involved
to write a poem
is out in the open for you to observe.

Each puff of your cigarette
works an orange streak
into the plume of smoke.

I understand you prefer
an army of Russian dolls
to hide your secrets.

Regret is our purest emotion
but one we seldom act upon in earnest.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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