Like some ancient hunter hiding in a cave
He used a child's forgotten crayon
to draw ragged pictographs on cardboard
The laughing beggar hiding in the shadows
His nectar thoughts flung like lariats
at passing strangers
His jealousy was like a prickly weed
Returned glances were crystal-chilled
He might have been on a mist-covered coastline
Far away from any witness's eyes
by Christy Noel
3/28/03