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What were we thinking
when we gathered the stones
from our freshly plowed hearts?
Our high ideals fooled us
into manipulating mortar.
Fluid emotions filled in
to block and brace the
hard places of our past.
Oh, what a wall we built.
We filled in each other
with tears and laughter
and significant pauses.
We were lovers in a
dangerous time, as Coburn said.
We built
US
as a protection from without.
The winds deflected.
The rains diverted
from the watershed above.
Our pale shadows etched
in the dust dirt floor
and we sWept and sWept.
Only in the evening
when light broke over
the window sill did our
charcoal selves sway
on the walls of our extensions.
What were we thinking when
the place we built would
protect us from without?
It only walled us in.
Our only saving grace
were the seeds we
let fall as we stirred them
with straw brooms of angst.
Now look how much brighter.
Our freedom now let in the light,
and look how far it came.
The stones stacked like
broken Berlin,
just high enough
to appreciate where
we have been.
Gerald the Writer 
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