With elongated limbs they reach
These silver wires beneath the sun
Trapped in glowing, radiant heat
Outstretched like song with southern twang
How they curl and bend the earths dismay
Beneath the weight of the wind which sang
A song of friendship, old, outstretched
With bitter barbs and slighted ends
They stretch but do not break so much
Conduct but do not hold a hope
For old connections once restored
Though still in tact, they have my prose
Wires
