Thursday, May 26, 2005

Naked

If I could strip myself
Of these fearful concerns,
Discarding them into
An unused corner
To be laundered
At some later day,

I would run naked
Through the high grass of my dreams,
With wishful winds against my face,
My skin prickling with possibility,
Luxuriating in the blue freedom
Of an unbounded sky,

But the zippers snarl,
The clasps do not unbuckle,
And I find that I cannot
Simply shrug this straighjacket
From my shoulders.

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