Let me go. A Poem by Robin Wyatt Dunn

 

Let me go;
I am drawn.

 
Hereout the maids hinder my suffering;
The maids are buildings, and faces.
The asphalt itself. They seem to care for me;
to prevent my exit from the city’s gravity.

 
All my wishes are spent on the mornings here;
And even the nights tell me I am growing.

 
I want to shrink, under the sun,
Away from all this history.
 
 
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Bio:
 
Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles.
 


“Agitate. Agitate. Agitate.”
— Frederick Douglass
 
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