you could say
a poet is like the spy
who breaks into places
looking for classified information
skeletons or warm bodies in closets
everything that holds a secret
an untold story to tell
needs a bit of cloak and dagger
some underhanded slyness
a riddle breaker to find it
mysteries are clever
surprises are hidden
jewels are in locked safes
obvious clues only lead
to locked doors
and you can bet
that key
is definitely not
under the potted plant