Fence Line
That Captain Kidd scribbling of rock in the fields yellowed bristle of pages back of a farm where piratical breaking of land knocks clean holes in the soil, gypsy dancers vernal growth before a spy-glass hour moon. And black print smudged on a thumb, a child's glossary of tales thick with terror before the faceless wretch crawls for grog, his peg-leg in step with one part of my brain Old Phew hardly any Smee from Peter Pan but the holocaust - the raven in the tree eyeing the baby Treasure Island, that fledgling reason butchering both nostrils at the skunk cabbage whose nectar is the prize of cemeteries & wild reunion of the bees.
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"That Captain Kidd scribbling of rock in the fields..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Cameron Brown delivers a powerful performance in "Fence Line"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...