She built a wall around her.
Not just with steel, glass
and reinforced concrete but with words.
Thousands of words.
From poems, novels, stories and plays.
Thousands and thousands of words.
One day, strolling pass the wall, he heard her read
a sonnet to the wind.
Suddenly, kissing her became his priority.
So he devised a plan: to go over, under
or through the wall.
Next day, he returned with a telescoping ladder,
a round nose shovel and
a stick of dynamite.
He climbed, dug, covered up his ears.
When he finally stood on the opposite side of the wall, he was alone.
Quickly, he picked a hundred words up off the ground
and tossed them in the air.
His sonnet to the wind...