My imagination is fuelled by lines
in the grass, where someone stopped
mowing. I fantasize that they thought
enough done: sweat soaked shirt,
bug bites promising to itch later,
sun overcooks exposed skin,
while wind sits on its hands,
or did their neighbour not ask them in
for a drink, had a party last
Friday, kept everyone up
until 3 A.M., even those
uninvited—whatever the reason,
a border exists now, damning
as any wall that kept people in.
Richard LeDue was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada. He currently lives and teaches in Norway House, Manitoba. His work has been published by the Tower Poetry Society, in Adelaide Literary Magazine, the Eunoia Review, Mojave He[art] Review, Little Rose Magazine, and Black Bough Poetry.