FREEDOM IS A WISH ON THE WIND

 

I steal
deep into space, in the far field-
inches are miles these days
and miles can hold worlds.
I kick
imaginary balls into empty posts
and run tracks that dig circles
around the turns I cannot take.
The eye spots
white specs, like snowflakes, dancing
on the far side of deep ditches-
daisies making their own chains
while
les dents de lion
cast their own wishes out
into a breeze that knows no boundary.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

3 Comments

    1. Such a giggle! I’m sticking with the lion’s teeth as opposed to the other, more messy option 🤔🤭🤣😂😅

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