old wire – January 1

1.1.2016

just there, through

the brush at pathside,

the strands of old

wire

 

barbed, strung low,

covered most now

by braken and bush

down

 

by deer, elk, others,

trod over by what

was meant to

be kept out

 

a quiet remnant

all the way

around

 

of what once

said ‘mine.’

——————

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