sunset - flashing lights
grow brighter in coming night -
what matters is sight.
On a Friday Morning
On a Friday morning
I am at the city zoo
with my most
pleasant friend.
The essence of our talk
is animal in nature.
He tells me the one
who cages the tiger
may walk the forest
freely.
His logic is faultless
on first appearance
yet discomforting.
I think to myself
to understand the part
that puts me ill at ease.
Eventually I see
what he does not
that only the one
who befriends the tiger
will never fear
its escape.
I tell this to him
but my friend will not see
beyond the bolt and bars
the cage is his control
the iron all he needs.
So I try to remember
to leave him food
and water.
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Meditation on boxes, and climbing out of them.