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