Fences and walls

Posts driven into earth breathtaking interval stops
neat brick-row broken glass topped
or barbed
or lanterned for aesthetics
their eye-less stares forbid
and invites;
so I went
I looked
and I report.

Weed-seeds fly over

and fall on neighbor,
soil moves in rain-rush
and moves on
from his to mine
to his or her downhill,
real estate is dusted
and wind-sent from door to door
to settle on floor, table and window-sill
swept out duly
and left without owner-tag,
bird-picked seeds fall
gardens erupt
in thora, kiri-henda batu, penela
leafy greened truths
mock boundaries
the surveyor’s lines
dissolve territorial fascination
and homelands move around
like bucks and water.

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