to a coil of razor-wire
Intricate, spiral-coiled
weave of sharp edges
perched on your fence-nest,
a complexly-wound,
distrusting silhouette
against an unaware sky:
Alone, the patient antagonist
waiting for prey
dividing the openness,
helpless nature around you --
If I didn't approach you
you'd have no purpose
Jon Bohrn (1998) ("After the Rains")

 

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