business is booming here at the dunkin'
in the state of "live free or die".
but i'm drawn past the edge where the mowing ends
and the weeds grow high,
thinking that "live free and die" is perhaps more apt,
since the "dying" part is really not optional,
and the "living free" part is easier said than done.
and i think of janice singing 'bout how
"freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose."
and i think perhaps she's right -
how slowly divesting,
letting go of things -
of what's right and wrong
safe or dangerous -
makes it just a little easier
to walk past the edge
and sit among wild blackberries
listen to cicadas
and enjoy the goldenrod brilliant against the summer sky.