Caged by Anitra L. Freeman Among safe paths I went astray for no reason I remember. I found a small wildflower valley with a silver cage. My feet stood in spring grass. My hands sought opening between the bars. I remembered. I built the cage myself to hold a wondrous thing. The trout of wisdom, silver-sided queen of fishes. Leaning against the bars I slid slowly to the earth. Next Anitra's Sampler
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