The Lawn

Nov 13, 2010 23:41

Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net
The Lawn, his garden

was his true love

and showed the signs

of his deterioration

as he slowly lost himself

and lost the lawn as well,

creosote soaking the soil

leaving him with bare patches

when he tried to protect the fence.

I still do not tread

on his less than perfect lawn

just in case

he comes to his senses

to tell me not to stand

on the short chopped grass,

it’s unlikely, he’s almost gone

not a spark left in his eyes,

I can’t bare to look at either,

the lawn or his life.

r.l.w

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