Funambulist
Do you wander the field
................to catch that certain butterfly
................................or just any you can find?
And when you do
................do you know its name or origin,
................................that it is no longer real?
You cup it in your hands
.................wings fastened tight
.................................caged freedom’s flight
We cannot grasp
.................what a butterfly feels,
No matter how we try.
.................as long as it can’t fly.
August 14,2007
poem by Ben Gieske
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