the fence between himself and his neighbour his neighbours fence had two breaches in it from the high winds that the rain rode more than three weeks past

the lengths twelve metres between posts were three lengths apart 

the missing northernmost length was inconsequential

it showed their mortared barbecue pit fireplace and chimney

the southern one however exposed their great room their livingdiningkitchen areas to him should he chose to sit on his back porch

which he did

which he took his morning coffee on

which he took his afternoon reading writing letters fruit and tea on

he wasnt going to be shy or change up anything he had been accustom to doing for the six years he lived there

it was their fence

it was their obligation to replace

yet they were casual about it  they were late to removing the collapsed sections and as yet apparently lacked concern for their privacy

if he wished he could stroll bold as day to the property line and stand there watching the goingson inside their home  he could cross the mere twenty metres to their sliding glass door and rap on it to borrow a cup of sugar a cup of flour  not that he would need either

his privacy was inviolate

he considered they might have been more concerned for their daughter

over the years he thought their children were boys

apparently she was the bigger onethe eldest

she was very physical  apparently very tomboyish though not that he knew then 

he knew now

her dance with puberty had inordinately reconfigured her  it seemingly had outrun her mental acuity or conscious reckoning  the sudden loss of her younger girlishness

her tshirts didnt hang straight down

her hips and thighs violated her shorts

when she bounded athletically across the lawn her agents went where they wantedthrowing her offstep

she was not shy or selfconscious

the fence once upon a time helped enforce her modesty

with it downmissing so it seemed also was her modesty

he thought he could use it to incentivise her parents

                                                          they seemed oblivious  

or were oblivious until she began missing the softballs her brother threw to her as they played catch and she ran into his yard casually preening exercising her rising self and sensuality  

                                                                    her girlishness moulting her sexuality burgeoning

he chose not to look away

maybe now theyd repair the fence

more than a wooden fence had been breached

1558,  Sunday,  17  3. 19

1115,  Monday,  18  3. 19

Ben Harper  Please me like you want to  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSamruywO1o