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Two Fences
by: Melinda Green Harvey
The road to Tuscarora
telescoped down as it headed
north, then west.
The last miles were icy and deserted,
with only a badger carcass to point the way.
Bottle necks embellished
a spindly iron fence
guarding shards of last summer's garden.
Huge beads of glass -
lavender purple clear brown green -
embroidered color into the landscape.
A child's grave
ringed with an iron fence
that looked like a bassinette.
At the foot of the eternal bed
a toy lamb,
its grimy fleece frozen into the snow.
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