There were words
hidden in the cracks
between the lines
along the ragged edge
that weren’t so easy to find
like a pirate’s loot of treasure
disguised in plain sight
only a very few ever looked
long and hard
deep enough
to see what was there
Not a word was said
no hint it had been read
but she knew
by the sound of the silence
that she had hit a nerve
crossed a line
left a mark
a little trail
unleashed a floodgate
of ?what-if’s” and “if only’s”
and although
Not a word was read
she wrote them anyway
so she could find
her own treasure
in plain sight
Jeanna” Mead
8 32 a.m. 11-13-17
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