Between the train and the prison
they have planted big spruce trees,
presumably to keep both of us safe
from the pain of freedom or captivity.
Once in Camden I watched women
use some signed shorthand up
at their locked men, about money,
children, friends or family.
There was nothing between me
and those ladies, they sent me
into a very small, very dark place
and then out to the street, lost.
Right now, I am warm and found.
Someday, I will feel great pain.
I will leave this wide field open,
that I know my bounds.
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