Lines

Straight and true

holding, straining,

whistling in the wind,

combing the air.

They dissect the view,

slicing the scenery,

ruling the eye.

Puppeteering the gondolas,

they spoke

the cycling lozenges,

anchoring to the axis.

They limit boundaries

with their steely restraining

and girdle

with benign control.

These are rules:

without their hands

there is chaos.