Cling to the chain link out back of the restaurant,
Heavy with the last of the summer rains,
Or are they the first rains of Fall?
Their leaves deceptively drooping as if nothing left to give.
Pickets with just an inch of space between slats
Around my neighbor's backyard
Protect my fearful ten year old frame
From the menacingly aggressive German shepherd hiding behind.
The twelve foot fence of Highgate, Vermont's airfield
Toppling under the weight of hundreds of super high hippies
Trying to see if they could get as wasted as the members of the Grateful Dead.
Good thing the guard rail was there overlooking the canal.
Riding my bike home from 2nd grade;
Watching from the road above as the braver kids went down to the water's edge
To throw rocks at crocodiles.
"...to keep me out, or to keep Mother Nature in."
Driving down a long and narrow deserted Vermont country road,
A driveway with a giant black gate
That no one is trying to get past.
Closer to civilization,
A displaced Italian villa in southern Vermont
Surrounded by ten foot tall protective fencing.
Around the tennis courts and gardens...
Has anyone even lived here in the last twelve years?
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