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Article: Freedom of Association.(POEMS)(Poem)
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- Poetry
- Article date:
- July 1, 2005
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Freedom of Association
I grew up on you, freedom.
A bowl of shredded freedom in the morning,
Roast freedom at the close of day.
Freedom favorable to the production of health,
Opium markets of freedom.
Freedom to look past those translucent floaters.
To smile at the homecoming queen.
The next day, freedom was nowhere to be seen.
In the woods the policemen went searching for poetry.
Freedom turned tip in a small-town museum.
I once saw someone throw tip in the colors of freedom.
Freedom came down hard.
Freedom bung a dream-catcher from the rear-view mirror.
Freedom was named for the last thing I ever seen.
I have ...