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.