Poems in Caves

Are poems that hide in drawers
like creatures living under stones—
those that adapt to never being seen
by having ever less to show,

so colors fade to black or gray,
and backbone turns invertebrate,
and vision’s lost, like fish in caves
where any thought’s primordial?

I’m scared my poems will burrow down
and hide beneath the folded clothes.
Please, take them from my dresser drawer
and read them, one by one, aloud.

ISBN 1-59661-000-x
41 pages $9