Long strands of telephone cables, strung between tall poles,
cast shadows on the privacy fences.
Surrounding the back yards of residences
on West 25th Street, the fences are usually very dull,
bland affairs, unpainted and poorly installed.
These sorry panels are, however, acquiring a patina
that reveals the cut lines of the saw blade
that made them,as well as creating a contrast between the
knotholes and the parent tree.
The patterns reminded me of ikat dyed
fabric, draped in long, wood curtains along