Hidden

Take my hand sweet wind,
moist Spring of sky.

Wipe my arms with beads, with trickles;
with ancient evaporation.

Bring me closer to my touch and
reveal what remains.

Hidden places.

2010 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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