Easily Inside

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Vintage Words

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That fence was not there

during the get-away before.

The latch was rusted

and it was not hard

to melt the big lock.

I grabbed what I could

get in my satchel

before the po-po showed.

.

Gloved, they will not

connect me to my priors

or vacations behind walls

with unmeltable locks.

Hooded, no one will

identify me. But that fence

that was not there

before. Bam!

.

It went down hard. My

normal route to escape

after the party store

run, the boarded up,

the barricades all fell

to my need, but that

fence.

.

Almost unconscious

from the blind collision

with a thick wood-attempt

to stop me, I fell atop

the thick beams, shook

off pain and shock, then

started running, slow

then limping but faster,

planning a new escape

route.

.

allets

01-27-16

1044a

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

True story. I lived for 19 years at a house behind a party store - and my yard for years was the escape route so we put up a fence and they knocked it down, we only imagined while running. Talk about territorial. Hmmmm :D slc

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