Poem: Walls


 by June Nash


Blithe, whimsical, I want to be

Wary stoned walls won’t release me

Be free to act, even to dress

An unhindered adventuress


Free-wheeling thoughts that come to mind

Are tempered with practical binds

Mountain climbs foreshadowed with falls

Tight fitting clothes could breed cat calls


Need step outside this brick lined cell

Built it myself, now feels like hell

What once was safe and comforting

Now necessitates some aborting

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