Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Fences poem






fences

If I see a wall
and you see open space
is there a reason that we can’t cross a line
in the sand, or make sketches below tide level 
that the water washes away
do we walk parrallel lines that diverge in a wood 
where neighbours build fences
where you stay on your side
and i on mine

m.r.

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