Best Fence In Poems

A 38th parallel separates our pillows
I try to touch her and she bellows
We are like strangers in our own bed
Help me break the Berlin wall in my bed...

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We are propped
in chanting Indian summer wind,
fixed upon empty ribs
of snow fence
swaying akimbo in afternoon air,
lightly touching
            sepia earth.

As I touch you
I am someone else.

A new-dark wind rages
through the open window.
Lying here, we absorb...

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The calendar says spring has arrived
through the window the sun shines 
Outside the weather does not agree
But I still ride the fence and look through
the narrow slit between my hat and scarf
looking for signs that the world might be changing
I don't think spring in Montana...

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