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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