clocks and calendars - machines which capture
hours, and cages for our bird-free days -
let these slip by
(overlook, in their precision's rapture):
every unguessed laugh, spontaneous phrase,
resistant cry...
once you've found your own path and you've mapped your
self's course, freed from time's and custom's ways,
expect to fly...
Monday, August 11, 2008
acrostic exercise 2t.5/5/2.3: chloe rose, thirteen
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