“When you think about it, mostly, a cage is air—”

When you think about it, mostly, a cage is air — so what is there to be afraid of? A cage of air. Baudelaire said Poe thought America was one giant cage. To the poet, a nation is one big cage? And isn’t the nation mostly filled with air? Try to put a cage around your dream. The cage escapes the dream. I see it streak and stream.