Beyond the fences


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
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
and feel free,
feel free.


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