like the statue of liberty
holds the torch of hope. That’s

what I was to him, and he to me –
it was freedom in his arms. The light

that surrounds the cradle enables the
stunted seed to grow. But again, it broke

down when we took it out of familiar
water. You couldn’t put liberty in Bar

Harbor. It wouldn’t be the same. And now
I hold the torch for a man with no name.