A sunny evening chilling out with jazz
A Sunday evening filled out with football
Someday my evenings will be fulfilled ’coz
Somebody’s thrilled even with me, the wall
Torn down they built to keep me good and small
Storm through it, kill the guards, and make sure you
Form letters from their spilled blood, big and tall
Drawn symbols of my freedom, willed, now true
Forge on through weary piles of residue
George Shearing’s ‘I’ll Remember April’ plays
Resurgent warning words I hear still fall
From sunny morning lips of wine-stained hue
As Sunday morning slips from last night’s haze
Someday my mornings won’t bring trips and falls
Sun 19 Apr 2009
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