A Lone Loof
through so many slamming bangs
on the other side of that barricaded
locked closet door my tongue has bled dry
from pain too hard to swallow
face to the wind sweet winged dreamer
rise and soar in freedom
savor the knowledge of choice
enjoy the precious moments of too short
flight
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007
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