The Free Bird Poem by RIC BASTASA

i shall not talk about the free bird
about the cage
judge shall i not about what really

happened after
the fruition of freedom

for the bird may be free and now
flying all the corners of directions

the heavens and the
gardens and rivers of love flowing

yet on the night when it rests
upon a branch

the thought comes somehow
unavoidably

the cage though
to her a prison has sometime

in one precious moment
pure love and devotion

she once felt.