| Benjamin Clements USA Patience A slap in the face to live so close to ways of escape. Prison guards of circumstances point their scopes at me, and seemingly Only Me! At night when watching TV, planes coming and going to and from places unlike here, places free from the cobwebs and stains of responsibility, force me to turn it up a notch. Phone calls interrupted by that, and scheduled trains which shake the house like an alarm- clock, waking me to the reality of things. A jalopy fixed with ball and chain, allergic to long distances. Yet it takes me to places close, places which lead to places to far and free, and I am young, and Life is Long. All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission. |