Fence

This poem grew from a poem, rather just a word from a poem, penned by Carl Sandburg. My hope is that its simplicity is its strength.

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Fence

Where the ivy grows,
a single vine, oily and twisted,
as thin as thread, as devious
as an idea creeping
across the grain
of a boy’s mind:
the cookie jar is full
and mother has lost
her head to slumber.

 

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