the fallen fence

it's a fallen fence

that

the man repairs in his old

boots, his hat

for shade, 

his weathered

clothes,

he takes the dog

with him,

down by

the now wide

two laned road.

what is there to keep in,

or out,

nothing,

he tells his

wife, or maybe

everything,

but still, with hammer

and nails,

new lumber,

with the day ahead of him,

down he goes.