Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #410
The Man Who Hid
by Belinda Roddie
The man who hid behind a tree wore shades
and bore stubble like dark and somber roots
growing across a volley. Kids in spades
wandered down the street in sandals and boots,
the Farmer's Market lively. Yet he stood
staring at the gray bark as if to bore
a hole through the old trunk. It took a good
two minutes or so 'til he moved some more,
leaning on his cane, head jerking back and
forth from one side of the tree and then to
the other. Was he hiding from a friend
or foe? Was he surveilling crowds and crews
and gaggles of townsfolk? I'll never know,
since his story is not mine to be told.
by Belinda Roddie
The man who hid behind a tree wore shades
and bore stubble like dark and somber roots
growing across a volley. Kids in spades
wandered down the street in sandals and boots,
the Farmer's Market lively. Yet he stood
staring at the gray bark as if to bore
a hole through the old trunk. It took a good
two minutes or so 'til he moved some more,
leaning on his cane, head jerking back and
forth from one side of the tree and then to
the other. Was he hiding from a friend
or foe? Was he surveilling crowds and crews
and gaggles of townsfolk? I'll never know,
since his story is not mine to be told.
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