Feeling fences

 

 

 

Grass and unseen shadow spears,
a line of lime-washed stakes he nears.
He got a sense of a fence,
for he could feel the pointed picket spears.
And thence he knew, …
where this space ends,
and another begins.

Image credit: SueAnn

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