Voices on the Wind
Hiding the Whites
by James F. Gaines
Since Father walked out, Sonny stashed the stuff
Around the house where people never looked:
In water bottles labeled Poland Springs,
Odd little closet spaces, workshop drawers,
Among the spices in the cabinets,
Beneath the sink with toilet paper rolls,
In pockets in his winter running clothes
Or backpacks crammed with gear from Nauset Beach.
So many caches, he himself forgot
Where each had cunningly been set,
So, when he found a long abandoned pint,
He took an extra swig for lucky strikes,
While savoring a blush of Schadenfreude.