The exhausted land reclaimed
Our fence-lineTime blanketed
Obscene barbs
With perfumed honeysuckle
A million twining flowers
With steely resolutionWrested rusty strands
Toward the soil
A war of decades
Waged on a suspension bridgeSagging posts and braided wire
Fatigued by the surprising weight
Of so many fragile vines
At last the posts cracked
In surrenderGave up their substance
To termites and rain
And our boundaries
Crumbled into joyous ruin
Nothing left of fencesTo say where we should end
And something else begin
Rae Spencer, Virginia, USA
2 comments:
I loved the last paragraph the best. It makes a beautiful statement of hope and freedom.
The first and last stanzas are my favorite, beautiful and well done
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