54-Prison Smile

i live in mallsville

where silence is not

golden but unheardof

prayer is sung loud if at all

woodland has trees but no forest

cars are abundant as are hords of

people looking harried and unhappy

mostly sometimes one smiles like

freedom lighting the night in a prison cell

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