A poem by Loretta Strharsky
I don’t remember a fence being here Nor the barbed wire The sunflowers once bent carelessly in the breeze As they followed the sun There was no uninvited fence dictating directions
Maybe I never was here. I’m not good at directions but I don’t think I’ve lost my way Have I?
If I snap a picture Perhaps I could edit out the fence, the barbed wire The sunflowers could then be free And I would not be lost.