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Hidden

If you place a fern

under a stone

the next day it will be

nearly invisible

as if the stone has

swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one

under your tongue too long

without speaking it

it becomes blood

sigh

the little sucked-in breath of air

hiding everywhere

beneath your words.

No one sees

the fuel that feeds you.

from FuelFind it in the library

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on behalf of BOA Editions LTD.

Published in Naomi Shihab Nye Poems

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