Sunday Night.
The car is filled to the brim-
Toys. Food.
Drink. Clothes.
Some things that we showed up with,
others that were gifted,
and some that we bought along the way.
We are exhausted.
We are saddened.
We hate to be leaving family, and the freedom of the country.
Though happy to be home,
in our own beds,
in our own home…
a hole remains…
The trip to the country a blatant reminder:
the city is nothing more than a cage.
We are its captives,
with no way to get through the wires,
but hoping for a lucky break
to afford parole.
© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved
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