Cracks in the Fence

poem, poems, poetry, writing

Talking about the difficulties

Was easy as the

Wind passing though the trees.

The bark furrows around

A gaping abyss.

A void in

White Oak tryst.

She hung a swing

From that weathered branch

And swung upon rotten twisted rope

And molded board,

Without a second chance.

The wind blows

Field grass of sweet vinegar

Summer surpass.

Like cards shuffling

Through a bridge.

Swirling, sorted memories passed.



Brow creases,

And sneaker squeaks.

Queen of Hearts,

Ace of Spades,

Suicide Kings,

And One Eyed Jacks.

I recall time

Through cracks in

The wooden fence.


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