"Write about what you know" by Richard Meier
Write about what you know"
by Richard Meier
Maybe, in those days, I assumed the shed
would be the stronger. Or the ceanothus
would prove accommodating. Well, whichever,
within two years, the shrub, a tree really,
had pushed up, through and over its new neighbour
the way - it not being in its nature to go
around - a tank might a car in a war-zone.
Such single-mindedness had had a price though,
left its trunk twisted, listing. Then, each spring,
it flowered as bluely, yet with fewer blooms
and for less long. And when this year it fizzed
a few days only, I found I didn't need
my axe, nor handsaw hardly, just my hands
to fell the entire desiccated thing,
to fold it inside the urn of one sack.
by Richard Meier
Maybe, in those days, I assumed the shed
would be the stronger. Or the ceanothus
would prove accommodating. Well, whichever,
within two years, the shrub, a tree really,
had pushed up, through and over its new neighbour
the way - it not being in its nature to go
around - a tank might a car in a war-zone.
Such single-mindedness had had a price though,
left its trunk twisted, listing. Then, each spring,
it flowered as bluely, yet with fewer blooms
and for less long. And when this year it fizzed
a few days only, I found I didn't need
my axe, nor handsaw hardly, just my hands
to fell the entire desiccated thing,
to fold it inside the urn of one sack.