Tuesday, August 22, 2017

getting out

the dog wants in
the dog wants
out.
the bird rattles in
her cage,
the wings trimmed,
the swinging door
locked.
the marriage on
the rocks,
the hospital bed,
the coffin
where we lie.
we were not made
to be within,
stuck
where we don't want
to be.
we itch to be
on the road, in
the air, to be free.

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