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