in real time
I am watching a fence fall
it will take years
now there is less snow
the wind will pick up
the rain will wither
the cords tying it
to a sinking dead limb
grown on sinking dead roots
will not hold
there will be an end
an inevitable upheaval
the gates will flood
and the ivy will pour through
the forest will overtake
the carcass
the stakes will mold
the sky will be blue
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