an uninvited guest into the porch,
an open the door returning
to a limited life of freedom;
our lives parallels the woodpecker
a captivity surrounded by friends and foes,
prudent in what we say
how we dress
expressing our beliefs
stand against the wind as it blows
chilly in the fall mornings,
cloaked by darkness when asleep
patterns drifting in and out
of a consciousness that few experience
as the ride the currents towards an
unknown destiny of capitulation
that shortens our understanding of self.
5 October 2020
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