ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding
under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden /
separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting
endlessly endlessly / up and they are all in the dark / they are all not children
anymo / re they are all not children anymore
the next day the housekeeping find / me waiting in the closet shivering t /
elling them I don’t want to grow an / ymore I will not grow anymore I / will
not grow anymore I will alwa / ys stay hiding yes I will always stay h / iding.
Will Helms, Hardwick
This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
