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.



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