Hiddenness
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When our town overflows with touristscavorting along snow-packed trails,
a neighbor playfully texts,
Are you hiding?
Not in the way she assumes.
Daydreaming of moist underground dens
where wild mothers burrow alone
to birth naked cubs,
I wait inside bedroom walls
that often welcome the northern lights
as strangely glowing poems
begin to emerge from roots of stillness.
