To walk through acorns

On Autumn lawns

While barefoot

Would give me pleasure

In this gentle weather.

 

But they might shut me up

Where the air

Is replete with bleach

And fluorescent lights

Burn day and night.

 

I would long for birdsong

And lawns

Littered with acorns.

 

I should walk barefoot.

I would attract strange looks.

But there would be no hospital ward.

To confine me.

Just the reward

Of autumn grass

Under my feet.

 

 

I should go

Before old time defeats

All I am

And see