There is a fence
separating
us from them.
A wooden dog-eared fence with slats
allowing
breath and restricted view.
Half-faces,
eyes and hands,
dark bodies,
dismembered.
Abstract paintings of figures
unknown.
Kept out.
Each one never fully understanding
the other.
Shadow figures
running past.
Their voices loud with beer
late into the night.
Our heads
aloft on white pillows
safe asleep
on the other side.
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