While you're busied by the breaking day
Your stacked high schedule
To file away
In black and white
I'm in the gray
...find me...

As mounted moments steep and grow
Like crocus sleeps
Under the snow
With breath so quiet
Don't turn and go
...find me...

Where wooded paths are paved with leaves
Once umbrellas taken
From the trees
Alone, to stroll
But aimlessly
....find me...

If huddled in the rush of crowds
Smiles are masked
Pretentious shrouds
Dark has erased
Intentions, proud
...find me...

If evening dangles light of moon
To penetrate
The glaring gloom
Should cares chance to waltz
About your room
...find me...

Susan Lacovara

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