They are hidden in a placelike a key lost in the darkA plane’s vapor linedisappears from the skyAn insect flies away from viewlike a worm crawls beneath the earthA flower you cannot seehas withered back in its own podThe lines drawn by our skatesvanish from view as the Zamboni drives across the iceSmall, cold, tiny snowflakes fall gently from the skydisappearing into a thin layer of snowThe water in the stream that was just in front of youhas flowed away from where you just saw itA wave begins to formthen crashes down to join the othersRaindrops fall from the clouds from high aboveSuddenly they have disappeared into a puddlemaking a small last splash