You built a den, and I rented it for some time,and I hung a picture that I liked on a strip;
as I looked at it suddenly the wall felt mine,
yet I knew the truth - rights of use and ownership.
The print was mine, and what lay behind the printwas never mine, but it held the string and it pegged
something dear; and so the wall, inch by inch,
moved closer to me through the fragile connect.
You asked for it in due course, the lease was upso I took the picture off the wall and out I came;
but all day long all I could see was this smudged
faint dark line on the paint rubbed by the frame.