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.