I stood on the bridge.
Interstate 40
rushing below
like a roaring river.
I was young then.
I felt the freedom
of the flow on this
new-built superhighway.
It was a freedom from
grief, and for grief.
It is the freedom that
prisoners feel
I stood on the bridge.
Interstate 40
rushing below
like a roaring river.
I was young then.
I felt the freedom
of the flow on this
new-built superhighway.
It was a freedom from
grief, and for grief.
It is the freedom that
prisoners feel
Poet. Philosopher. Tree climber. danasanford.substack.com, https://ko-fi.com/danasanford, -MH advocate- https://www.buymeacoffee.com/danasanford