Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch


They would put it in a cage, that unstable white square. I didn't like the way it felt on my fingertips. But the ritual of hanging it from the tree out front was thrilling. Later, we would sit by the large bay window and watch the space by floodlight. The deer came to eat the ivy. The flying squirrels soared diagonally from right to left. The cage became a shimmery beacon.
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