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Comes a time
a wintery time
between summers
when my
earth widened
sun browned
barefoot heart
has to squish
expansive parts
unwillingly
back inside
uncomfortable
tight spots
constrained by
framed by
culture
no air cleansing
no water cooling
no sand tickling
earthiness
no circles
only rows
no love feasts warm
celebrating at the table
of friends
only
clacking plastic
grating against shiny
metal holes passed somber
with
baskets of crumbs
dead and dry and tasteless
unable to breathe
or wriggle free
monstrous waves
of panting panic
attack
until ties are loosened
buckles unfastened
restraints kicked
off and away toward
the preferred
expanse
of summertime's
intended
green
freedom
where
no blisters rub
my barefoot heart
raw
Maureen encouraged me to join in the fun happening over at One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday. Even though I feel quite shy about it, playing with others and learning from them is good. Poetry only recently found me. I'm most thankful.
