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Somewhere Between Yes and No
Somewhere along the wall you walk
between thicket and order,
bramble and parkland,
the blackberries call
and the turtles on logs�
even the ducks dozing,
beaks tucked into their down,
nod you into the tall grass,
the trespassed afternoon.
So you think, Yes, why not,
what could be better
than disappearing into the lazy
chaos, the scraggy wildness,
unkempt, unbothered, unhuman�
o joy�to lower a bare leg into it,
when suddenly No slides up
its shiny new ladder, calling
you down to its side, all pruned
and laid out, signposted,
monitored. Of course
you'll do the right thing, No says,
you'll pick up, start, plan
and take care, until you're caught
teetering, your head in the trees,
your feet on the wall,
and the whole lake churning
with possibilities.
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