Seize Your Freedom

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In Autumn,
as in Spring,
the sap flows,
the sap wishes to race
against heartbeats
before the winter,
before the winter
buries us
in her usual shroud of ice

I turn to you
knowing that
unrequited love
is good
for poetry

Knowing that you are
afraid, fettered
to a life
you do not love
& so unfree
that freedom seems
more fearful even
than the familiar
business

of being
a grumbling slave.

I lived
that way
once,
& I know
that freedom
is its own reward,
that it propagates
itself
by means
of runners,

that nobody
gives it to you,
not even me

you must
seize it
with your own
shaking hands
& pluck
the strawberry
it bears
in the green
ungrumbling

Spring.


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