Peasants
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 26, 2021
lips, sea-swell impertinent
whispers folly, proves I’ll listen
Forgetting myself, eyes dry
from watching, freedom is elusive while
in her presence
Feelings, thin peasants crowding,
rise sharply to protest my abstinence
Methinks they protest too much
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