The world will never, never be OK
  as long as everyone insists on their say

When you grow like a tree over property lines
  And are drawn into a yard unwanting and free
    It’s not the sharpest saw which cuts the deepest ties
      But the quiet in moving away from beneath

She
       is
           Rare.
                   Be
                        Good
                                 to
                                    her.

to be an un -
pinned butterfly

in a world of
constraints

and chains

is to be more
than free

it is to be
miraculous