fence lines

note to self

tear them down
your fence lines of the heart
snap the planks in half
smack them on your knee
pitch them on the pile

strike a match
set the heap ablaze
fan it hard until it rages high
stand back and watch those

fence lines burn
in the conflagration
your heart is set on fire

with thanks to Rebecca Evert for the title line

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more, or they might flower.