And so spring has melted
The winter snows.
Fresh berries thrive on the vines;
The fragrant blossoms call to me;
The butterflies giggle in their dance
They linger to faerie me away.

The trap, my enemy, lies mere inches from me,
Bloody from the trauma.
I sniff around it,
Still numb from the shock
Of gnawing off my own foot
To be free of it.
Freedom at such a huge price
Yet I remain
My disbelief clouding the reality so
I don’t even notice I’m limping

06/07/2004

Author's Note: Inspired by Mike McConnell's poem Wanderlust. Thanks, Mike!!!

Posted on 06/07/2004
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