Broken Cages
We keep the score but toss the story
like water from a tub made murky
with the sloughing off of testimony
tepid over the ground and seeping
into earth. From dingy water and soil
spring vines and ivy creeping wraith-
like, longing for light beyond fabricated
glow of underearth.
But when the spell
is broken, the wrinkled token water-stained
is held toward the light, a white hot myth
in real time sun, and story-spun, once
catastrophic ending now untethered,
once hopeless march, unending roam
now feathered with drops of rain like stars,
this journey ours shot with light of ages,
broken cages forgotten in a better home.
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