i'll get to it one day soon

the weather

and age,

has taken it's toll on the white

fence,

the gate,

the hinges rusted,

the latch

no longer latching,

people

and pets come and go as

they wish.

even the mailman

with his boot pushes

through

to come up to the steps.

one day,

one sunny day,

not too hot or cold,

or breezy,

i'll carry the tools out

to the fence

and work on it.

i'll straighten out

the post,

replace the rotted wood,

and tighten the screws

in the latch, but

not today, mind you,

or even tomorrow, but

one day,

one day soon, for

now i'll sit here on

the porch and read,

relax.