A fence foreshortened

It’s always the sidewalk with the fence

alongside, draped with green things

and beautiful flowers

I’m not really worthy to see.

I want to touch, to bring the blessing

to my heart, but there’s a moral line

and I’m usually on the wrong side,

so I leave beauty alone and follow ruin.

It’s the honeysuckle and sunshine

with shadowy sins between the stems

and I’m not sure which

draws me closer.

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