Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out
…………………….. —Robert Frost, Mending Wall
I’m safe
I’ve locked myself in
You’re here and safe too

Through the barred window of this box
the world has changed, grown more lovely

I savor its barred beauty more
as I recall it close at hand

Now unattainable it seems exquisite
or, I see now how exquisite it has always been

But we’re safe now from its predations
bounded and safe

look, out there, the honeysuckle,
remember its scent?

by Jim Culleny

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