INMATE POEMS

Passing Moments by Kristine Cosgrove

In the passing moments
between the light of dawn
and, the quiet light of an innocent
white moon
in dreams…
I meet my other self in rooms
and, I am
the mysterious blonde, tall and, graceful
the one with a beautiful life
biting into ripe grapes
(somewhere in Tuscany)
feeling the warm earth between my toes
with a child resting on one hip
and, I know my life is good.
I want to stay in these rooms,
instead of waking to a life…
where razor wire surrounds me
and, the flight of airplanes at night
makes me wish I could turn back the clock…
be born under different stars,
where I can enter any room —
without chains.

@Scribe4film

Kristine Cosgrove
DOC #WF9774

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