Poems hide
in your closet
in the pockets
of your old coats
pretending
not to matter.
Poems hide
in the valley
between
the snow-capped
mountains
tricking you
into thinking
they don’t want
to be found.
Poems hide
on your bookshelf
peaking at you
from their perch
between the pages
feining innocence
when you finally
open your eyes.