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Your Eyes (Free verse) by Dovina

A fence, wandering across the land, along some ancient line, encloses and discloses, relates in its purpose, to other things, not itself— what it keeps and what it keeps out, the boundaries it proclaims, the openings it allows. Having walked the public side, and peeked in, I’m searching for the gate.

howl 24-Oct-06/8:34 AM
Good apart from the last line which is a bit of a bum ending.




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