Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

The Fence

It was the fence that kept them apart.

Fingers slipping through the cool aluminum,

Just to  feel the touch of the other hand before them.

Their pastures had become like fears, thwarting their ability to move forward.

For a moment,

They forgot their differences.

It was here they met,

Where he first came to her,

As she spread her legs to fly,

Picking up a piece of him, she would never release.

It was that moment, where love became drawn out of crayon,

It was at the fence, where she made her love known to his deaf ears,

He stood there, kissing her fingertips through the gaps.

A sign she could not understand.

As his silence supported her concern.

His eyes full of her.

Thick with need.

it was here, that love became unheard and unspoken.



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6 thoughts on “The Fence

  1. Very interesting. This one has a very deep underlying meaning to it. I had to read it 3 times, and I’m still feeling like I need to re-read it. Very good work.

  2. This isn’t a draft! A poem is finished when it has multiple meanings.

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