Poetry of Kansas Here & Now, There & Then

Sitting, half hidden behind thick, green, leaves
with a view to the kill
and bearing silent witness,
is a boy who thought he was a man.
A tear runs down his cheek
and he feels like a child again,
longing to run away,  hide, and yet,
to scared to move with a contract killer
creeping closer, still on the loose
down below.

— Lydia Lowe

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