Harboring Much - Asking a Lot
short fiction and poetry
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Penitentiary
Slipping past
a smile, a sigh
some unruly thing
uncaught and uncorrected
It remains suspended
in this room, in this time
A hope
A sign
A firm hand must lose its grip
and soft freedom will, one day, come
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