Wednesday, March 2, 2016


I thought the future would be less difficult
Especially when it came to poetry
All the end-alls and be-alls
Up the sleeves of the supervisor
But what did I expect?  A free
Plains on which to roam
Hooves and claws digging in
To dreams I have not yet dreamed?
Yes, that's what I thought
What I wanted to learn about
To feel it--freedom--for me to
Admit, allow into my thoughts
Feelings anything but strict

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