The Secret
By: Nicole Busch
One little boy and one little girl with
One little secret that no one could know
About or even try to guess its fate.
It is quite unsure who told who at first
Or whom it is about, a girl, a boy
Or if it is even that important.
They told me it could be funny, or sad
They said it must be something discovered
They pondered over telling their loved ones.
No doubt that by now, they have forgotten
What their super secret important words
Meant to them, and helped tie that special bond.
For those two little kids, now grown adults
Secrets now separate those once friends, and
Grow certain enemies even closer.
For wanting it to be known, or even
Assuming it to be somewhat the truth
Is a price you must be willing to pay.
The sly whispers and bent phrases, far from
The whole truth, close to a lie, yet simple
Words that every small child should come to know.
These two once young adults, now grown older
The secret line, the secret phrase unknown
Now a third person comes into the mix.
This third person, gender unknown masked by
A dark, ominous hood that many fear
But this creature is trustworthy to all.
You find a small piece of paper written
By hand, by two small children around five
Years old, now age fifty, they remember.
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The Secret
BY DENISE LEVERTOV
Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.
I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me
(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even
what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,
the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can’t find,
and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that
a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines
in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for
assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.
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