A long fence, separates angst from hope.
Where luminous spiders,
Fresh from the sea
Lacquer their bodies
In the sticky webs of her gaze.
.
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.
.
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.
Shaken Rain 