Almost Twenty

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

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