still free animals
we recall rhetoric in its house prison between advertising signs and gates
since it can't force us to say what we do not want, what we are not
free animals as we are
to our inner rhythm we respond
second by second
we interpret the silence and savor the breath
between mouth and the breastbone
and we hope with our hands in the mud
barefoot on the trail dust
free animals
we dream and breathe in the scent of the world
and the good heat through the hair of the one we love
Marco Bo
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