Outside the fence
The trees and undergrowth conceal
I pull a cigarette
Time doesn't matter
Duties don't matter
I hear a voice calling people in
Angry at the lack of limits
The poorly maintained fences
They need dark shade
Or direct light
Just not the greys
Just not the twilight
A place where rules lull the abider
Into a sense of structure
Yet even the air itself disobeys
Fast growing exotic trees out of bounds
I light the cigarette
The smoke billows out
The voice dies down
The man connected gone
Other stragglers emerge from the undergrowth
Wary and troublesome souls
Escaping the limits and structure
I pull smoke into my lungs then exhale
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