Picket Fence

Picket Fence

The neighbour’s fence
splinters a dead tooth
into our yard,
incisors
darkening in their grey gums;
chipped or white –
ant eaten, they bite
the sun’s gold,
testing its authenticity.

First Published in Islet (now concluded), 2010.

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