Garden Fence

In my dreams, I’m always on our side, in the preserved oasis of childhood, where hot sun falls on bare shoulders, earth clings to toes burrowed deep, and poplar leaves sweeten the air.

I’m never on their side, never on the outside.




13 thoughts on “Garden Fence

    • Thank you, Kymm! Those came from my grandparents’ garden…well, actually, all of this did. Whenever I smell the distinctive smell of poplars, I’m transported back there.

  1. I was wanting to do something with a fence, too–though it wasn’t shaping into anything as lovely as this. 🙂

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