Blind Voyeur
Strolling through the poets
And I imagined imagining
Just what each of you
(who supplied self portraits)
might be like
in those moments
I imagine picturing you doing those things
Am I there?
Then who is this watching us?
Can they keep a secret?
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Love it. Love the title, too
Love the last line. Your poems are always so fun to read.
this oxymoron
is awfully good
but that’s
a well known secret