What It Must Feel

What It Must Feel

Racing and laughing along the river
carrying a smile in you right pocket
and the simple first kiss in your heart.
What frantic fury comes raising out of you.
The light of the moon our simple silent guild
inches to what freedom must feel like?
Closeness so painful that it hurts.
Hours hidden in rubble waiting. Just waiting
for the moment for escape.
When I stop and think about the run by the river
I can't but help to wonder. Was I laughing
or was I crying in fear?
Everything seems so confused.
What do you do?
Where can you go?
I don't know.
this is the life I only know. . .


By Connor Coutu
Oct 11/04

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