I do no rake my yard
I do not mow it
My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take
all that order we people produce
and dash it with attrition and careful vines
that reach and
stretch and
crush and
nash and
mince and
rot and
grow and
change and
mature and
die
With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees
and a mind focused on the source of all these wonderful vistas
and the beauty of a wife who’s nature is lovely
So I will pay to have the lawn kept clean.
