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Saturday, February 27, 2010

  The Gate

A heavy gate that clanks,
with bars. Thick padlocks
to keep away freedom
it had to let the air slip through
it could not hide that patch of blue.

Did you hear the singing voice
of children
as birds, skittering upon a pond.

It was a black, steel-reinforced, formidable gate
closing on my life's chapters.

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