A poem from a new prisoner

I am trying to bend a dream I had, like the swell, waves folding above seabeds. Or when I bend a nail with my teeth, and smile back at the bars. And I look at my reflection in them, and all I see are clouds with bird silhouettes beneath them. When people say throw caution to the wind, I think nothing of it because I don’t know what that means.

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Bio and more news to come. Very exciting developments here. We have a serious keeper, and a brilliant writer. TGK