Leaning

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