Cold Dip

by Mae Grey · 01/02/2026
Published 01/02/2026 19:51

The rain has turned the mulch black

but the fence is silver and dry.

It has that oily, chemical shine

of a thing that refuses to change.


Hexagons of wire, heavy-duty,

cutting the neighbor’s yard into bits.

The zinc keeps the rot out.

It keeps everything out.

#boundaries #industrialization

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