Up close, there are always
a thousand things that need doing
fading paint and sealant slowly dissolving
It was a chicken pen once
and now is only storage
A rough shack and yet-
I still remember when the freak
snowstorm made it impossible
to get back to the house
Somehow it was hard to see the
fading paint
through the thickness of the roof
It’s what’s inside that counts
In this case, mainly wheelbarrows, but those walls are thick and secure.
For more secure, and less secure, walls, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 