the old shed,
with the door hanging
on rusted hinges,
some screws have
fallen out,
letting the door
sag at one corner.
the bottom wood
rotted from ice and snow
of winters past.
the roof letting light
in. an afternoon
would take care of it.
a hammer, new
wood, nails, and screws.
a few tiles tacked on.
just one afternoon,
then paint.
but like many things,
what's stopping
you. like much in life,
leaving it unfixed,
is comfort
of some sort.
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