avoiding the rising sun early on...
birds or bats pass me by
I know not which nor do I care...
silent songs persist in my ears
jaws open to catch the passing air,
weeping willows stand at the ready
palms bend over in the wind,
magnolia blossoms fall all around
no rest for the weary around here,
secrets of the shadows add to the
confusion already felt... no more
do I wander here and there
without a rope tied to my belt...
incarcerated fantasies broke free earlier
a police escort was then received,
guards had their weapons drawn,
I was in my bedroom slippers...
neatly are the curtains down
around my padded windows...
moments not too far from here
will take me back to my origins.
September 6, 2024
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