locked-up free

as a child the wide

fields

his romping grounds

freedom tasted as sweet

as succulent wild clover

wind in the hair

stroking of an early

romantic sweetheart.

locked up for homework

with one eye outside in

nature still

with one leg itching

to be away

find a new trail thru’ the

high grass

to still one’s thirst at the

mossy spring

woods – permanence in

great friendship

sit below one’s fav birch.

as a young man

Imprisoned in serious garb

tiny rooms for a high fee

riding on a bike with

a soulmate

take Simchi out into the

woods

pet below dense leaves

grow in budding love.

as a plan maker design

build and coordinate

complex techno-workshops

for airplanes

life in the fast lane –

an amazing feat

until changes come bouncing

like high balls in sport.

adapt or die for any changes

are most painful

but for the spirit: it still roams free

among the wild flowers of

karpathos-isle

in spirit and mind forever

free.eerf

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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