Reflections

But with an X on the door We can  By decision  Or by grace Turn away  From thieves pilfering what is not  Our precious freedom And release In a single breath  Ourselves From their black habit

Inarticulate poets Chiseling words letter by letter Cannot reveal unbroken hearts Or break spells by casting stones Backward Any more than time Can reach its rubber arms  Around a rapist And thump him on the back Before it happens