two and two together and get seven. Great creativity.)
Incarcerated at my desk,
Barred from freedom
By facts and figures in
Black and white,
Sentenced to a task imposed by Law,
I struggled.
Removed from the dungeon
For a short reprieve
I was near blinded
By the sunlight
I was longing for.
FREEDOM
BUT STILL THE SENTENCE STOOD.
I MUST RETURN.
One last glance was granted.
Graced with hope,
The tree tall beyond the fence
Blossomed White with promise--
Cherries in the future, when
The punishment was done.
GBP 3/24/10
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