Lace up Freedom

goodbye sticky velco situation
deft the needle finds the eyes
and slips through
and the button is good

the sunpowers birds to speak
outside

they gather time like visitors
to a station
the wall adorned in prints
graffiti
the colour of it pale

sometimes sitting saying
nothing is like listening
to the beauty of flowers
without looking

he can close his eyes
and feel the smooth
feilds of cloth
wrists and ankles

sometimes there is binding
when a break is held
when a moment
waits like sticky
icing