Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Onion Patch


I am here beside this onion field
peeling back layers I see and feel 
no one knows and yet, everyone bleeds
a length and width and sense of need

he sat there
with his head bowed low
quietly anticipating
no need to show

like those feelings I used to know
when times were full of uncharted troves
oh, how the road beckoned before 
calling
teasing
and we, ready to burst with hopeful imaginings 
jumped inside with nerves of steel,
steering toward some silent summon
over the uneven asphalt sea

when did the dream deflate
and shackles bound
wrapped round your life 'til you can no longer breathe
freedom remains some distant memory
a desperate haunt
of where you used to be...

ajs/4.17.13

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