Waking Freedom Poem by Shaun McGurgan

Waking Freedom



'Come play'
'You can be the horse'

He offered his hand
She offered her heart

At thirteen what choice did she have?

No flowers grow in untilled soil
Now marigolds wave with gay abandon

He twitched, passionless and apelike
Two people's ideas of freedom

One leapt
The other was dragged

Saturday, January 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,horse
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