A secret is a fist,a clenched hand until opened and gone;and a secretlasts as longLasts as long,feels strong as a hand when closedA secret can strike,though a secretcan’t holdA fist held tight–knuckles wrong, knuckles rightIf in search of a fight,take secretsHands open widebeckon a spell; to give,or a telldepends so well on the deep blueContinue reading “A Secret Is A Fist”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 