of rusty tin and iron scraps
no contract needed
no indemnification clause
just the heat of daylight
and the need
to keep the garden safe
so in the garden
the children play
the sand beneath their feet
in the hours before twilight
but still no fauna in the yard
no trickle of water to keep them just so
what good is a garden wall?
night falls softly
below the umbrage of day
we hear the soft wind,
smoke a pipe of clay
and wonder again
why a garden wall?
to keep out the sand?
never, not for a moment
the time to rest nears
the children are quiet
and as she stands, the moon shows
the garden looms dark
but only a pale darkness
for it too cannot grow
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