Where do you hide? How do you hide? What are you hiding?
phree posted the poem "One Train May Hide Another" here and it got me thinking. The same day, I came across the book Where Men Hide while browsing the discard shelves of the local library. The book has chapters of pictures and discussion of iconic places where the author says men hide including the deer camp, the snuggery, the garage, the dugout, strip clubs, the office, the workshop and also "hiding in plain sight."
While you may not agree with the book at all, the notion of hiding seemed like a poetry prompt, especially since one train may hide another. Women hide too in many ways... which I will explore over the week. Maybe djw, phree, JakobVirgil, humanodon, rezzeJ, and anyone else will be interested in participating. Maybe not.