Fences
Digging those holes; inserting those poles;
Imposing those limits; what is and what goes.
Jumping the fences; crossings the lawns;
Playing with starlight; till fun time is gone.
There in the large house; those of I am;
Offer cake to the hungry; they do what they can.
On the wings of the eagles; egos do ride;
In the color of rainbows; selfish can hide.
Penned to the art form; contention can churn;
The rules on the fences; tomorrow might burn
Simplistic perhaps; yet does it not rhyme;
Does that buy us entrance; universally sublime?
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2012
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