The Sun-Rubbed Fence
I was wandering home along a shortcut,
considering the makeup of a mirror.
Not that I would mention it.
Yet on this shortcut home,
while toying with the concept of reflected things,
there appeared before me the likeness of a fence.
An analog, a semblance really; a sun-reflected
rubbing in my path.
considering the makeup of a mirror.
Not that I would mention it.
Yet on this shortcut home,
while toying with the concept of reflected things,
there appeared before me the likeness of a fence.
An analog, a semblance really; a sun-reflected
rubbing in my path.