.
I peek through the keyhole
and try to smell
freedom drifting on a steel breeze--
My window vibrates with distant echos of laughter
and the lone moan of a rusted lawn mower.
The cool, trickling creek is once again hidden
by the emerging tender leaf.
Silver quivering shards of light
come shooting faster than bullets and
raucously ricochet around my room.
Gravity works on the melting snow on the distant mountains,
little rivulets race to satiate the wild flowers in the valley.
--If you open my door, I will go there with you.
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Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 9:53 PM UTC
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I peek through the keyhole
and try to smell
freedom drifting on a steel breeze--
My window vibrates with distant echos of laughter
and the lone moan of a rusted lawn mower.
The cool, trickling creek is once again hidden
by the emerging tender leaf.
Silver quivering shards of light
come shooting faster than bullets and
raucously ricochet around my room.
Gravity works on the melting snow on the distant mountains,
little rivulets race to satiate the wild flowers in the valley.
--If you open my door, I will go there with you.
.
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