he hides

he hides in plain and full, middle-day
enshadowed in that harsh bare light
winter passed, fearing hour on hour

summer's ignominy, cavorting in little side-steps
turning from the windows, blanching at the peepsters
eyes acast, adrift, breathing out his neo-natal

whispers, fulfilling his sing-song perambulations,
skip, trot, turn-quick fluttery and buttery tra-las,
pastiched into the sidewalk, a little and unnoticed

extravaganza