Post it Note Poetry Day 3 – The Old Gate

Day 3 and the observant among you will note that a rusty gate features again in this poem.  This is what I love about the Post it Note Poetry experience, the chance to riff off yourself and others.

The Old Gate

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