Where do poems hide?


Poems hide in the pillow where the deepest thoughts come alive
In the purse among car keys and lipstick
In the water bottle sitting on the desk, waiting to be consumed
In your big warm sweatshirt that holds all the comfort you need
In the eyes of your sweetheart, that without making a sound, tell all
In the photo albums that are remembrances of days past, and memories that wish to  always last
In the dog, who only wants your attention and the affection of your touch
In the old wise lonely woman, who is talking to herself, because she has many stories to  tell
And poems hide in the sandcastle on the beach, that slowly washes away, as it retreats  into the ocean with the fading sun
In the cracks in the wood floor, that let in the cold winter air
Poems hide still, in the zipper on the jeans, that get caught going up, but not down
In the stereo remote, that holds the key to one�s mood
In the ugly mildew in the tub, that is too much work to clean, so it remains
In the shoelace that graciously holds your shoe to your foot
In the paper cup in the trash, used once and thrown away, like so many things in life.
And in the mirror, where all the poems you need are looking right back at you.
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