Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Free Ways

So many freeways…
Going away,
coming home,
feelings leaking
from tire traces,
as I sip from cans,
eat out of paper bags,
curl around pillows,
and write free verse
the way I wish,
in my free-flow life.


Prompt: freedom, free with purchase, or other irony of the word “free”