Almost Twenty


Freedom is pacing
Sticky linoleum barefoot sucking on
Metaphors
Like sun-steeped cherry tomatoes
Till wee small hours they
Burst
On your tongue.
Dreamers, we live in limbo
We are watchers, sitters on concrete steps
Wanters, taking trains to nebulous
Nowhere's
Hoping when we get there we just might
Know where.

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