A man of little consequence
stumbled on a town one day,
and in that town, he saw a fence
blocking people from the way.
This man was puzzled by this wall,
this blockage of the way inside,
for it would admit no one at all,
and caused a giant people tide.
Inside the wall there lay a dove,
so beautiful for the eye to see,
yet it would not the outside love,
and certainly not you or me.
The thing the dove may never know, the thing it will not learn
is the feeling of the world outside; to live, to cry, to yearn.
