It comes down to this
of everything
all the lovers
and all the sweet smiles;
every doorway, every building
every window sill;
there are always
always
bars.

Each city-town
town-country
Country-world

Has the breezings of warmth
and the possibilities
of
the unending.

“You
could
be
loved
here.”

You fail to take
into account
bars are made
of more than iron
and steel.