DEFIANCE

The padlock is orange with rust

As is the hasp from which it hangs.

This scabulous crusting

Speaks of age

Of many rainy days

And dew-filled nights

Of solitude and sentry.

But from the dark keyhole

Nature has ventured forth—

New leaves, tiny Spring leaves

Seeking light, sunshine,

And a freedom

The lock would deny.

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