because there were no margins, all the poems escaped
breaking down boundaries of banality
in their wake, left no bitter belles lamenting in lines
just strength to orally slaughter seducing serpents
whose lack of sagacity led to falsely stereotyping
such innocents in carefully constructed sentences.
hence free flowing prose,
chose to uproot murderous weeds so gypsies can plant seeds
blossoming into flower children whose Love makes Life worth living
the freedom of forgiving allowed their garden to thrive from within
causing all the poems to escape, for there were no margins
© michele mitchell, 2014
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