“Escape did not promise anything worthwhile.”
The rickety door opens out
from a dark room
onto a screened porch,
as far as one can go
(without violence)
in the faltering make-up
of sense.
Past low sweeping pine boughs,
a view of the uncut meadow -
birds prepare
in faded light
for lock-down.
The bent figure of an aged woman
he had once seen buried
continues her ceaseless rooting.
nice, evocative poem, Chico.
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