by Roy Nickerson
(Mount Dora, Florida)
There is rot
that needs repair
around the porch
and under the stair,
and the caulking’s cracked
at the windows and door;
it’s the price for being
close to the shore.
I’ll tackle the yard
as soon as I’m through
and clear the branches
and undergrowth too.
When I was young
I let it get behind;
decay and renewal
never crossed my mind.
Now I confess
a higher regard
for repair in the house
over care of the yard.
I know there is more
I have to do.
I’ll stay a little longer
if it’s alright with you.
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