Worn by wind
Weathered and weakened
The rail fence
Is a place to roost
For Blue Jays and
Black squirrels.
Offers a view,
A rest stop,
A step up to the nearest tree.
It used to be my
Favorite place to sit,
Now it is only a wisp
Of its former self
And childhood memories like
Wisps of smoke
Almost only unreachable feelings
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