Even the wild, sunny
Backyard is imprisoned
In chainlink.
The hum of Christmas
Specials, new cds, ticking
Clocks, quiet conversations
Insists in its sameness,
Melodrama, monotony
And peace is pleasant
When its inner quiet
But when the world
Settles, striving
For nothing but
Sleep and rest
She cannot help but strain
To break away.
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