Upon sticks you coil her
For you want her tomatoes yours to be
Her growing across the soil you don’t want to see
But she wants to be free –
Free to roll
To roll and to crawl
To crawl like all
Like all free from your goals.
Let her be like she wants!
©2008 Otiato Opali
Monday, December 8, 2008
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