Anecdote of the Fence

July 26, 2009

Outside the contents of a newly erected fence
grain and stain take on the scents
of close standing,
squinted, cropped longing.

On the other side of it is
a blue plastic bowl filling with grit and rain,
lovers on bikes holding hands as they ride,
dogs circling and then settling.

Over there is all the right kind of space for
Stevens to place a jar,
potted herbs to rejoin the earth and thrive,
bodies sunning and not burning,

morning, always.

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