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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© 2015 by Eryll Oellermann
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