Run

Wishes for flying out past the choke fence and running like rushing wind quick to be spent Pine needle sap on the heels of our feet a sticky concoction but lovely and sweet Can't be caught lounging or sipping the suds off daffodil, iris or limp tulip buds Must keep on running for the sky meets the land at the point where the sun hits my eyes through my hand Run, beat the lightning and chase off the dew Run like the life you escaped chases you. Bolt down the hillsides with cheeks scarlet hot Alive in a pen? We would rather be shot.