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The week is over, the day is new,
dawn filtering thru trees, and across rooftops.
He surveys the scene, planning his attack.
"Good fences make good neighbors", he thinks.
Today he's a soldier, a fencing master
armed with hammer and saw.
In the cool morning hours, he digs postholes
all in a row---deep holes, small piles of dirt.
Cedar endposts carefully placed,
level line running 'tween the two.
The monotonous drone of the cement mixer
tumbling the grey, lumpy, concrete,
soon to be poured into holes.
Stacks of dog-eared redwood planks
await the masters return.
Coffee break over, he surveys the scene.
Posts and planks, tools in the sawdust.
Future privacy only hours away.
One by one, he nails, and nails.
Measures, levels and nails some more.
As the last board is attached
and the boundaries secured,
he looks longingly to the patio.
There awaits the trophy,
the fencing master's prize.
A jacuzzi bubbling furiously,
beckoning, calling his name.
Ahhhh, the sweet rewards
of hard labour complete.
Clothes and shoes flying....
splash!!!!!