when you utter <br />the word bird you put the bird in prison <br /> <br />do not say something that puts <br />something in its cell <br /> <br />it is thoroughly unfair <br />to yourself <br /> <br />who bored, in those years, <br />finds nothing new in another bird <br /> <br />your hands feel the rushing of the water <br />cool, refreshing, passing, <br /> <br />nothing is held forever <br />it is, and will always be, <br /> <br />somewhere, <br />sometime, else-wise, <br />out there.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-there-18/
