She wrote it down
in ink that stained the soul
forever. Remember me.
I did but the equation didn't last
in this unstable universe. Hide.
She hid it away.
I could have searched but I knew
where it was, behind her back,
I always could see, although she knew
she cared not. The contest was not about
this or that, creation, enslavement, or
even rainy days. It was about the thing
that was hidden behind her back.
I stood guarding it, with a feather.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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