the gate,
off it's
hinge, swings
and creaks
throughout
the long night.
the wind moves
the old wood
back and forth,
without closing.
tomorrow
you will get
your tools
from the shed
and set it
right. but
not now,
you want to
listen for
awhile. it
reminds you
of someone you
used to love.
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