Fences

the dog in the neighbor's yard trots his little path between the two fences over and over....back and forth the grass is threadbare when he runs spends a moment hawkishly staring out one fence at the world going by angry barking at a cloud then trot to the other fence to see what has transpired there a rain begins he trots back and forth leaves begin to fall he trots back and forth the wind gets chill he trots back and forth isn't my life such sitting here at my fence looking out at all of you trotting back and forth looking out your own fences trotting back and forth in our own little universes