Run

I’ve been on
the run since 
Chicago dodging every 
memory of before 
swatting them away 
and drowning them 
in bottle after 
bottle under keg
after keg and 
beneath as I
flew from continent 
to continent over 
country and sea
I didn’t want 
things or have 
things for things 
were weights and 
chains and anchors 
I was free
free at last
to run but 
now in Denver 
I’ve found home 
and the beginning 
of myself again 
having laid to 
rest my ghosts