Beyond the fences

garden

The garden had been prepared
from winter frost for summer dust
by hand and by machine
to look
as humans expect it from a patch of soil
bought with a contract,
fenced in to uphold.

Outside the fence however,
the story was different
a jungle growing
a nature throwing
herself at anyone who would care
to notice
and discover.

She sometimes stood there
contemplating;
if she would just step through the gate
and disappear
into nature wild and embracing
to forget about
the make-up-fancy-shoes-and-dresses;
the-to-dos-and-the to-do-nots;
let her wrinkles grow with pleasure
as far as to the edges of her
body,
and feel free,
feel free.

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