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The words play hide and seek
I close my eyes as though counting to myself
then peek
I catch a glimpse just as they disappear behind
The rocks and trees and ruins
That I imagine in my mind
are hiding the perfect metaphor
The synecdoche that is the door
To the perfect rhyme

I asked friends on Facebook to give me prompts; this one and a couple of others in response to “metaphor, metalepsis, synedoche, etc.” from a friend who is an artist, philosopher, and scholar who studies this concept.

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