Peter Tucker Poet Free verse

Limits of Infinity

It's comforting to shrink 
Down onto a hard white surface 
Ant-sized, running,
Dust for pebbles 

Sunlight through glass
Clear boundaries 
But room to move 
Safe from sweeping forces 

Go ahead and ask.
Answer: it's drying out 
Direction evaporating. 
Clear sky's a cage
See the giant birds 
They're not happy

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Peter Tucker March 21, 2026 at 12:36 AM Not a trend that will bend If the bird's to be heard He'll extend to the end When conferred the last word

Ken Martin March 18, 2026 at 11:19 AM Not bad, to think a bird's in a cage it's a rave of a ball and a knave of a sage. Peter Tucker March 23, 2026 at 4:01 PM Not a trend that will bend If the bird's to be heard He'll extend to the end When conferred the last word