Beyond my backyard fence

is a field of promises and shadows

mixed in the grace of youths uncombed

hair and sweat lined faces.


My lips lasso images, bringing voices

to life while the aroma of morning

rescues my thoughts.


Far is nearer to me, framed in sections,

held without prejudice in the smiles

of nicknames.


This is my inheritance, a legacy of time

carefully packaged at the back fence.

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