Because of the junk

When my grandma put up her fence

it wasn’t because of the neighbors.

It was because of the junk.

They’d never done anything and

she’d never done anything.

But she didn’t have to look at it.

They’d all have to look at the fence, though.

And at, behind it, the open heart of man —

at Adam atop his heart cleaving.

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