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Neighbours
They lean across the fence
Two married elsewhere
and bare souls and
tanned shoulders
She has a tear that she'd like
to spill but it doesn't seem
like the right moment
He has a word or two that needs
saying but there should
be an angel present
Still there's a pull the clipboard fence
can't curb
He starts and by the end of the afternoon
she finishes
They will never be the same:
what happens now?
Startled she proposes a solution and
he hugs it like his first teddy bear
Weeks pass and they're on the same side
of the fence planning years and
holding hands
Keith Nunes lives in Tauranga, New Zealand. He has been published here and there and writes to stay sane
while around him volcanoes crank up the heat.
Email: Keith Nunes
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