Reading Me

There is a chance I will go unseen

Under the pattern of things

Swimming just beneath

Your distracted gaze

You will read me

At least this far

The space between

Eye to page

But I will go largely unnoticed

The secret is

I always emerge

But as someone else

A fragment

A piece of shining glass

The photograph

Look closely

And you will see every i

Is a particle

Shaped into colour

Shade

Form made sense

Texture as soft as skin

Glossy print

Half felt

You will read me

With distracted eye

But I will remain

hidden

yvette m smith 18.9.08

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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