our day

Our one day of freedom we escaped
to where we were nobody to anyone.
We danced on the moor,
drank beer, and smoked cigarettes.

We loved.
We laughed.
We sang
out of tune,
at the top of our lungs.

For one day we were us.

Ⓒ 2019 Lisa Shaughnessy

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