Open Spaces

Open Spaces

 

It looks like

I've been outed.

 

In the evening

while sipping coffee,

I got the news.

 

And thinking

about hiding in a hole.

 

It was only a matter

of time,

and time doesn't matter,

but it caught me

off guard.

 

I am

plentiful

in my passions,

expecting granite,

but finding green moss

under my feet.

 

And we'll see

who sticks around.

 

I think it was the dress,

that gave me away.