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Poem 3 in the Post it Note Poetry event 2015. This poem springs from a previous Haiku.

The Old Gate

4fb6320ff0e5e6ee10bd5840afdbc266by Sean Wright03 Feb 2015

On a windy night
the old gate copped
its share of curses
But come morning
it still did its duty
announcing salesmen
and Mormons

My brother oiled it
once and like our father's snoring
it's absence left a vacuum
for worry