Secrets
Do you ever look
at the man who sells
coffee
and wonder if he has secrets?
Does he give some woman
extra
flavoring?
Do their hands linger
as they exchange coins?
Does the bouncer
at the local sports
bar
listen to Vivaldi
in a silk robe
early in the morning?
Does he
send his lady roses
With no card?
And when your sister
goes to the
library
every Wednesday
and every Friday
Is it the books
that make
her smile?
Or could it be
the librarian?
It is the possibility of secrets
That
keeps some of us in place.
Those whose real lives
would bore anyone to
death
Just might have a secret...