It's a delineation of green to gray
stay off my side
this is my grass
no matter the size
no matter the place
when the seas part
as legs of some great divide
we lose the bigger heart
voices bark at the moon
in the seascape of dreams
lost to an unwritten code
ethics it seems, lost
tossed back to the red
of warnings, leaning over
to touch what is forbidden
we sometimes forget
it's not quite a picket fence
but it still divides each portion
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