On the edge of the road, nearest the green grass and the ditch runs the fence.
Between pasture and thoroughfare a line of wood and wire.
For each, a border. Yet a continuous feature in its own right.
Parallel running, tracking the edges of cars and cows.
And downwards are lines across and of the grass.
Nearly noon, upward an eagle in the sun.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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