when I was a little girl
I walked easily on the edge
of fences I walked fearlessly
looked into backyards
teased the dogs that couldn't quite reach
saw the green tips of asparagus in Spring
and the frost on furrows as Fall fell
into Winter
I still balance precariously
as I move along the edge of fences
that I raised in dreams in words
in lines hidden
in the clouds
I walked easily on the edge
of fences I walked fearlessly
looked into backyards
teased the dogs that couldn't quite reach
saw the green tips of asparagus in Spring
and the frost on furrows as Fall fell
into Winter
I still balance precariously
as I move along the edge of fences
that I raised in dreams in words
in lines hidden
in the clouds
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