Friday, May 11, 2012


Fence posts
With splintered timber and rusty nails
Alienated by green, rock, and soil
Understand the vastness between them
However, feeling so close
Oppressed by time’s erosion
The beating sun
Flurries of breeze
Pooling waters of the stream
Slowly on them lean
Further away from one another
Only the decay of knotted holes
Seeing into each other forever

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