First grass of spring is the greenest.
The spikes on barbed wire are sharpest when put out, deadliest when they have been there awhile.
Fence posts are all that off-color brown when it is time to install them, but grow white and gray with several moon settings.
The worn path is “the” path, that has been worn by many, many footsteps,
with grass that no longer grows and the soil of the earth lying their, so alive in its way.
The taut end of the hasp is weaker, stretched, and requires just a small amount of tugging to take it loose, but will forever need that pull.
We
Are
No
Different.
Ralph Peck
Photograph by Belva Shelton
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