You on that seat of privilege,
please answer a question:
How do you expect The Gypsy
to accept your proposition
to come up and sit next to you at
your table of happiness?

You and your companions–men,
women alike–hold in your hands
the entire rope, gathered neatly,
your Orb of Prediction also on fire.
The Gypsy uses only self-made
thread from found material as aid.

How weak this balance…or is it?

Who truly discovered their soul first?
Appears The Gypsy created a doorway
out of your cage.  Your invitation
to stay is several days too late.
The Gypsy claimed freedom; chose
their door to walk out and explore.

© C.I.Mues

#napowrimo #glopowrimo challenge Day 17 | #poems #poetrymonth #growing


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