strangers

03/05/2017

the annual collection
of fallen leaves, dried vines
acorns waiting for life to begin
rusted bottle caps
and lost bic pens

to have a perfectly
kelly green lawn
I must find the strangers
with hardened stems
reaching deep into the ground
and pull
and yank
and growl

until I have a bouquet
inverted
of long, twisting roots
to make room
for soft blades