Fences´ Feelings
Fences worry about lost plots They stand their ground They don’t trust what they can’t mark Fence by fence their tangled plots The lot of lots of unfenced lots Plot by plot have lost their thoughts Can’t be pegged - no empty slots Fences stand on what they orbit Touchy-touchy they act as if posing as spears They fear of what sneaks through them They stand and stand as life passes by Over what do the fences keep watch? They are standing their own yearnings
