The sun shines on a white
picket fence that rises
to meet the blue sky,
and on a red rose whose green
stem rises out of the green grass
in front of the white picket
fence which — Yes, you’ve noticed it, too --
needs painting again.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I will paint it.
This poem appeared in Angeltread(1990), and Tight(Vol 6, #3, 1995).