I dropped the wedding ring in the gutter, <br />slipped out of my mink, <br />gave the guy selling papers the wink, <br />lifted up my skirt and hailed a lift, <br />whereupon I called the airport <br />for the first flight out of New York <br />going anywhere, somewhere <br />away from everything I've ever known. <br />Finally able to say, I'm free.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-free-19/
