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Staked
staked, like barbs across the moor,
like bars across a cage, like the stakes
of territory, theirs, mine, other side,
this side, and I am inside, no outside,
I am the free one, no the trapped,
the one inside, no, the one locked out,
looking in, no, looking out,
and the stakes dumb, without
change or despair, just there -
the way we swirl around them,
our thoughts, our ways of escaping,
never still.
© Jane Spiro (2008)
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