White Picket Fence

Fence post comes alive at night

flickering silver reflection of a street lamp.

Worn door hinges not meant for this world

withstand the shonooks --

a midnight fight ends with a few

fallen paint chips

stark white.

It will hold us in,

tight to its brittle chest

as long as possible

until one day
a delicate hand

opens the latch

grips the post

and listens for the lock

to snap into place behind her.

© 2013 d.c.p.