Tuesday, 26 May 2015

curse the summer

weeds grow so much faster
would I pump and poison
would I slash and mow
by choice
do bowling green lawns
and pristine borders
mean more to me
than life
were I to rebel
disregard the social mores
desist and watch
a meadow grow in natural chaos
where once the discipline
of cut and rake and dig
held sway
would I congratulate myself
or curse the summer
of unstoppable growth

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