Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #387
Fences Make Great Neighbors
"Finishing a fence project, and that adage came to mind. Write a fence poem or a neighbor verse."
A three-man operation.
First one is a thief–
empty house situation
or a snatch on the street.
Second man, called a fence,
handles the stolen goods
and hopes there's not a wrench
in his chosen neighborhood.
Pawnbroker is third man,
determines worth of items.
He holds them in his hands.
Shines, displays–someone will buy them.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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