Fences (three poems)
Like early motion pictures,
slits of light through slats of fencing—
passing bicycle seen as if through glass.
press through planks,
and let one’s life appear intact.
Always in disrepair, this fence,
warped or in need of hammer
Tree branches grow through
splits and cracks—
living woods mingle with
Drafted in response to a prompt described here, seeking a “common thread” running through three separate pieces.