Love Poem: From Between the Pickets
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Written by: Christian Collins

From Between the Pickets

She waits by the fence
A gentle breeze through her skirt

She waits by the fence
Aimlessly shifting her toes in the dirt

She waits by the fence
Birds overhead silently southward fly

She waits by the fence
Wiping tears from her eyes, God damn him, why

She waits by the fence
Minutes to hours, hours to day, days become a week

She waits by the fence
The sun slipping east, the warmth on her cheek

Turning to leave, her yard, her purpose, her fence
Her eyes meet the one’s that left her sometime hence
The sky orangish pink with a border of robin’s egg blue
No words are spoken, not certain that it is true

And still the fence waits