The Bars
I have to ignor the captured
tails of iron fences as the bars
on my doors and windows
corrupt the view.
Hidden among rooves and
concrete the sky is the color
of a doll's face.
I have looked through these
bars for so long I don't see
them anymore, only a new view,
unique, with a sea of pink clouds
and delicate seabirds flying.
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2016
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