This is a poem about how social position pressures can affect one to live inside what is labeled as "proper" boundaries, while the untamed can destroy those strong fences.
Yellow grass
Parched and wild
Spreading its body
Beyond the white, proper
Fence
Leaves that bloom
tulips in the spring
Dangle from warped twigs
Russet and crippled,
They fall
wind,
untamed,
sweeps them
Beyond the white, proper
Fence
Rain
clean,
free,
shining droplets,
gushes onto all of us
the white, proper
fence
caves in,
weak
