I'm Free
I dropped the wedding ring in the gutter,
slipped out of my mink,
gave the guy selling papers the wink,
lifted up my skirt and hailed a lift,
whereupon I called the airport
for the first flight out of New York
going anywhere, somewhere
away from everything I've ever known.
Finally able to say, I'm free.
poem by Ruth Walters
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