So straight and
Perfect contoured,
Runs with false
Hope for the chance to
Meander.

This compelled creek
Limps along its concrete
Prison, around the 
Weeds and trash and ducks,
To a disappointing sluice and
A tamed bay.

This capitulated creek
Trudges to its ignoble end, 
Halfheartedly drags
Silt to raise its
Level, in the dream of
Jumping these walls
To Freedom.