Caught -- the bubble
in the spirit level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
undecided.
Freed -- the broken
thermometer's mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!
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Comments1LOVED "SONNET (1979)" BY ELIZABETH BISHOP! 😍 IS THIS ABT BREAKING FREE? "FLYING WHEREVER IT FEELS LIKE, GAY!" 🌈