Fire! Where’s the baby?
Where did the baby go?
The rented house is on fire—
Get out! Get out!
Did you get the baby?
Didn’t you?
Frantic search
—I’ll run back in—
No! Here’s the baby buggy
All the blankets and clothes on top
And under it the baby! (me)
O joy! What’s the rest matter?
Years later I’m wondering
How did my true self get piled upon &
Hidden behind masks?
Now I see—I covered me
With caps & gowns, Dollars, Numbers,
Proving myself to employers and clients
Now I see—I can yet reveal
I will reveal
:- Doug.
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