Not-so-hideout
My
friends and I found a hideout
along
our country creek road,
a
hollow in trees and tall grasses.
No
one knew where we were
when
we were tucked away
in
that cozy spot, or so I thought
until
a neighbor cut my hair.
She
said, “Kids are always there.
I
wonder what they’re up to.”
I
didn’t say a word.
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