Psalm Sonnet 32: Songs of Deliverance

When we were kids, all of the best
Hiding places were stifling hot.
Keeping quiet was a full-body
Exercise in suffocation.

Even your skin crawled with a pulse
To the tunes of deliverance
Songs—which the best at juvenile-
Espionage knew how not-to-sing.

Hide me now—in the open. Let
Silence be a gathering deed.