six-strand fence song

Here, lean in and listen:
above the blustering leaves
with their roar of white-noise,
can you hear that quiet chord?

With a finger-tip-touch
feel the thrum? the wire’s hum?
it flows like a current
to you, and through you.

Now stilled by that touch
one strand stretches clear:
a single sharp line.
Let it go, let it move

watch it soften, and blur,
at the wind’s caress.
its motion building,
its voice rising, until

with each strand giving
its note in the chord,
the fence is singing
in six-stranded joy.

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