In Prison

These past two days
there has been sun
and we have been stuck in
here, restless and alone
with no reason to go out.

Hard it is to be at ease,
self-driven, happy,
when there is just one.

She sits by me
eyes bright and ears alive
in longing for the birds and trees.

We are both
too high off the ground

to run.
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