Escape
Dreamy garden suburbs
are all they have to give.
Their children are their verses
and light the load they carry.
Easily beats their heart.
They take no eyesight with them
and have no need to shout.
Equivocation,
denigration,
copulation
are their daily part.
But any happy poet
walking down the track
attracts their world's attention
by simply never looking back.
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