Outside the fence
Poking pines
stinking eucalypts
Trees and undergrowth conceal me
Pull a cigarette from pack
Time has no authority
The bell will go
but we will stay
Duties have no authority
Strict voices calling people
Angry at broken boundaries
Poorly maintained fences
Need dark shade
Or direct light
Just not the greys
Just not twilight
A place where rules massage obedience
Into believing structure is safety
Yet even the air itself disobeys
Fast-growing exotic trees pushing through boundaries
I light the cigarette
Smoke flows and fluffs across the fence
Voice fades behind me giving up
The man connected to it is gone
Undesirable pariahs emerge from the undergrowth
Wary and troublesome souls
Slipped beyond the limits and structure
I draw smoke into my lungs and exhale
For a moment the fence shrinks
Branches scrape against its wire
The stragglers disappear between the trees
And the voice has no volume to warn us
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