Breakout
Trevor
Reeves
Trees
are the
iron bars of
my world.
I
am hidden as a grasshopper
clawing these tall stems
trying to bring them down.
If
my perception was
the measure of these woods, tips flying
sidling across and back
below indulgent clouds, and
if
my mind was iron
like the bars of my soul,
I
would render even the bright sun
into shards
to escape my invisible imprisonment.
The
2River View, 1_4 (Summer 1997)
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