He recognized her freedom
(taking whole liberties
swaying in the stormy wind, clapping mad
in the gusty ways of Fall)
like through the eyes of a faraway lark…
and just to be free
(with teeth laughing, gapped)
in the grasp
of that graceful marina lake,
floating on her crested breast
like an infant
with his Mama: Free.
Free like the faraway lark
and her embodiment of sovereignty...
Free. Just free!