354 She’s a tough old broad

Mothers edges:
Queen Annes lace,
brown eyed Susans,
bunny nose, lupins.
A twenty foot wide swath
slaughtered on the borders made
of concrete and tar.
Why must we be so tidy?
Why must we truck in the
mighty tractors and razored gangs
to trim the fringe of Natures gown
already criss-crossed with
paved turnpikes, dirt roads,
and “come see the forest primeval”
mulched hiking paths?

Do we think She can be contained
by dams, concrete and blade?

Give the old dame a decade unmolested
to rid Herself of our
puny squared grids,
our powerful pavilions
turned to rust and dust.

In a millenia, search, in futility,
for some remainders,
minimal reminders of us.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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