neighbor dave rakes his lawn from left to right, he combs the taller grasses over the thinner spots, plucks nose hairs from the rose bushes, and screams at the daffodils like disobedient stepchildren (if you won’t shape the shape i shape, you’re just another weed!) me and the squirrels and turtledoves perch on the crooked limbs of slanted trees, we watch him massacre the earth with the bloodsweattears of divine dictators, with gas powered contraptions and tru-green chemical compounds, reforming a flawed world with holy avenger garden tools, i worry about the balance of nature, i worry about his blood pressure, i worry about the scheming hate of dysfunctional daffodils, i really like dave, but i think he’s grooming disaster
