BRICKS: Between the dark and the daylight
the fellow walks the brick road
with brick walls all around, longing
for green to sprout, sun to shine, jailed.
We are all like Poe
Bricked into our mapped out lives
A premature death
FUN: Children’s hour comes.
They burst out of themselves and frolic, play, laugh.
Leave restraint and run thru fields.
Then back to adulthood, sated.
Posted over on his site Anthony North
Listed as Magpie Tales 51