Key Jangle


Love's prisoner ...

     with duty's marrow in my bones,
     which ache to run away.
I succeed ... too often,
     for I am my own jailer
     and, I carry the keys.
A huge ring of keys I carry ...
     many keys which lock me "in"
     as well as the "pass-port"  key
     which breaks the rules
     and sets me free.
But, even as I gypsy hike and dance away
     the jangle of the keys
     becomes the background music
     for my play.


Dallas Beth Williams Gibson


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