I have painted truth between these words,
I was unable to keep totally silent and yet
I can’t be totally honest either.
I hide behind lies and fiction, but
I have cleverly planted truth, I am
hoping you’ll see it and know, that you’ll
be able to understand because
I have no other way to reach you.
I have planted truth between the
rows like covert marijuana. They will
reap a grim harvest if consumed,
their smoke will rise in a slow
line to the sky.
by Cher Bibler