Poetry Hides

Does poetry hide in the boxes full of paper under my bed that are asking to be discovered?
Poetry is like the school building calling to me when I stand in front of it with my friends talking
Poetry hides in the books that are on my book shelf that are calling me to read them
Does poetry hide in the new shirt that I bought a week ago telling me to wear it already?
Poetry is like my iPod yelling at me when I don’t listen to it
Poetry hides in the bus telling me that you are late when I miss it