by Ben Nardolilli
Enough of freedom, which comes from parchments
written by men who kept men and women in chains,
an empty word ringing through the years
from that cracked bell swinging in Philadelphia
Give me liberty and life, I will pursue happiness
on terms negotiated with the board of directors
that meets semi-annually in my head,
debating a course of action and if it should bend
Remove impediments, lift up barriers and borders,
nothing radical, just do not show up
to work to wear the uniform or carry the gun
that could stop me from making my movements
And then I will be like water, first finding
my hill and then rolling down it to find the ocean,
drawn by the pull of things I can see and feel,
yet not understand, for any definition is a border, too
© Ben Nardolilli
Ben Nardolilli is a MFA candidate at Long Island University. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Door Is a Jar, The Delmarva Review, Red Fez, The Oklahoma Review, Quail Bell Magazine, and Slab.
Follow his publishing journey at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.
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