The Fugitive
Iron bars bent open begins the show
A black and white striped bonanza
A ballet of bravado under midnight skies
The bashful dancer eschews an eager audience
A plethora of prances covers an endless stage
His legs lilt inside a labyrinth of forgotten leisure
And no matter the truth of his turbulent persona
Tireless desires to dance and devour deliverance
Is what drives him from the spotlights in the dark
March 18, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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