on jubilee

debts are wrought iron bars
     from which we all are
     due our remission.

we see them rusting,
     but they never strain
     until the hammer strikes.

do you remember
     our conversation
     about all the freedoms?

let us break shackles
     sooner than seven
     cycles of shmita.

trumpet lessons be
     damned, we buzz lips
     to absolve each other.

we will no longer
     owe one another;
     only serve as needed.