Poems and Poetry

Of Course | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Of course we didn’t talk about it.
We never do, never have, never will,
Never mind.

A giant question mark that keeps
You from running, jumping, dreaming
Out loud.

Open your precious gilded box,
The one with all the secrets in it;
Carefully arranged, excommunicated.

Look around furtively, someone might
See who you are when you’re not
Ready for visitors.

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