chagall backdrop

I ran to the border
and found no line
no visible boundary
between here and there

the others seemed
us

such an odd place
for division

like mimes we palmed
the imaginary wall
brick by brick
both we and they
occasionally brushing
fingers, such delightful
and forbidden tingle

he of the gray robe
I of the white

now
we both don blue
and stand guard
with pink erasers

© Chagall 2014