Maybe I should stick
to something like a structure
when I write my poetry
and this free verse of mine.
You have to play inside the fence
before you step outside its gate.
I've done a lot of playing here,
spent lots of time inside,
but maybe I have been outside
for much too long a time.
I think that I will play
in our backyard sandbox
for a little while, now.
The gate's remaining open;
I see it from my perch.
And if I get too scared of this
I can step outside and breathe.
But maybe there is air inside
and I should take some in.
Friday, March 27, 2009
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