Tuesday, July 29, 2014

ON THE FENCE

On old and long 
Lyndale 
Street—both kinds 
of strength 

seem so spasmodically 
demonstrated

and yet—
done-
so repeatedly

by such winding 
and bendable

soft vines 
of 
mauvewhite flowers climbing—

these neverending black
spade-
coronated

pikes of hard iron—