The PostA Poem by Jon RoggieI'm supposed to be writing something, but appear to have a block of sorts. My mind is preoccupied, you see, and all because of a post. Not to be confused with some social sort, or possibly a letter dropped in the mail, but a fencepost. I am in the process of a little home repair, namely shoring up a wooden fence hiding me from the neighbor. If you knew the neighbor, you would understand the importance. Even now I feel the pull of its distraction. The post in question is needed due to time. Time led to the rot of the posts which are currently in place. Those which are on the neighbor's side of the fence. Before you think there might be a touch of animosity towards the people next door, there is nothing of the sort, merely a lack of patience. Again, if you knew the neighbor. So since the sun has set, and the fence is left to contemplation, I feel a touch of frustration, dealing with my case of writer's post.
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4 Reviews Added on November 5, 2019 Last Updated on November 5, 2019 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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