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.
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