The Other Side of the Fence

We stared across the barbed wire
Where the massive trains
Whistled and whirled
Across those tracks
Leading to someplace-
Somewhere north of monotony.

It started as the thought,
became the dream
then the reality.

The Thought

On the other side of the fence,
Grew the bluest berries
This side of the Mason-Dixon.
Held just beyond
The grasp of our tiny fingers.

The Dream

Capture the elusive berry.
Bypass the "Keep Out" sign.
For these berries MUST be
The sweetest of them all.
After all...
They are on the other side of the fence.

The Reality

We scaled the fence,
Bloody hands and all,
Savored our treasure.
Salvation was at hand.
We tasted of the bounty.

But to our surprise,
There was no treasure or mystery
Only a plain blueberry covered in blood.

Copyright 1998 AMJ-M


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