Wild Me

Meg Dowaliby

The cows wake me

before the sun.

The barn cats are already

hunting their next catch.

The fox prances through the field

in mischief.

The wild geese fly overhead.

And I—

I am reminded

that I do not have to be good.

someday, somewhere in a place near or far - a man who used to be a boy or a woman who used to be a girl will tell their son or daughter that this is, was, will always be their grandmother’s favorite poem.

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currently living life listening to this record on repeat. I heard them play live a couple of weeks ago at the iconic Crocodile and it’s one of the best concerts I’ve ever been too.

I really just want to see you free.