A dusty gust of wind 
In a dry cold June 
I look at the remnants of you 
The stone-throwers 

As I confidently stride 
On a cobbled highway 
Laid by your discontent 
Complacent 

As the infinite choices 
And countless vices 
Of freedom hem me in 
Striving to be your dream
  

© Saurell Boyers...

day 9 | 16 June 2011