Poet's United is contemplating Fences
It does no good
Whether steel or wood
Or entwined with summer’s most fragrant bloom
Whether passing through clover
Or holding would-be lover
Or soldered in turrets of wrought-iron gloom
It is no use
No chain-link ruse
Or rampart to the bluest blue
Can ever restrain
Or begin to contain
This rambling, roving thought of you…
J~