THEGATE
She stood in front of the gate that she had seen rust
The only difference was that now she could see over it
For the first time she heard cars on the road that were miles away
She could see through the dark
It was cloudy, but the full moon still beamed through just enough
She could see her own feet
She saw where she stood
She paced the persistent pavement
She wanted to hop the fence but she could not
Even the strongest caged lions are forced to dream about their true home
She stared at the black tar road on the other side of the gate
She played down in the drive way and dreamt of her true home