Thursday, July 27, 2006
For Ginger
In Heaven you run free again
like an albino panther
through the tangle of woods
behind a vacant lot
by a pollutted creek,
but now your bowl is always filled,
your water fresh from the garden hose,
you know where you are.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
In Heaven you run free again
like an albino panther
through the tangle of woods
behind a vacant lot
by a pollutted creek,
but now your bowl is always filled,
your water fresh from the garden hose,
you know where you are.
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