On the Shawangunk Mountains
behind the Correctional Facility,
I trip on boulders I cannot see
in low luxurious slanting sunlight.
Bruise-kneed, again
and again I get back up,
giddy on freedom
and the tinsel dazzle
of New Year’s sunbeams.
Ivor Daniel lives in Gloucestershire, UK. His poems have appeared in iamb, Fevers of the Mind, Roi Fainéant, Ice Floe Press, The Dawntreader, After..., Alien Buddha, TopTweetTuesday, Black Nore Review, Lit.202, and elsewhere.
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