17 July 2012

The Cage


T he carpenter did not
so much fling open my cage
as he threw in his lot
with me and with his aged

wine and perpetual bread
his nets and fish and boats
his hammer nails and boards
the hinges just couldn’t hold

and when the world was turned
upside down rightside up
and i was free to run
he stayed put to rattle the cup

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