In the Yard One Day

A long fence, separates angst from hope.

Where luminous spiders,

Fresh from the sea

Lacquer their bodies

In the sticky webs of her gaze.

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Eyes fixed on the rainy places

Hastened under sun,

Mired in the tired longings,

Indifference: the way things

Could have been.

.

A sorrowful state now,

Lashing out in laughter,

Swatting at the great green globes,

Floating upwards from time’s unwinding

Through air torn with tight-faced frustration.

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The simple turn of book

Written chapter and verse,

Words of school time practice,

And playground tauntings.

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The single place where a long fence,

Shadowed by impatience,

Is shot full of holes,

Where pieces of home,

Come and go as shiny bits

In the spring time air.

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