DRIP-LINE PROPERTY

he would learn his barn had been built
at drip-line, meaning the edge of his land
as had two of the neighbors’ garages

a custom no longer permitted, don’t worry
“we’re grandfathered in,” his Lady of Hanging Baskets
explained, “sure, we’ll sign a variance, if they ask”

theirs was a decent draw, with few fences
(note the tall barricade two Irish wolfhounds draped over)
and a solitary wandering mongrel

proximity, he would learn, has dimensions
other than linear measure
shared esteem
of sound wines or the loan of a circular saw

will generate its own gravity and orbit
its own relative mass
in this unfolding

poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson

~*~

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