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if you walk on the front lawn past the library where – free of charge – you can take some if you leave some if you approach the front windows she will likely try to claw the screen attesting to her ownership if you walk up the driveway and duck under the grapevines or poison-ivy – some say – will tickle your legs if you look upward you can barely see the sky between the older-than-the-4th-of-July burr oaks if you walk past the once-was back door – into the backyard – a forest of weed-trees shades leftover plants if you stroll further the spring bulb-mothers’ dead stalks cover the leaf-mulched soil if you climb up two rotting steps to the bird feeders squirrel-ridden – and treated with suet – is the cardinal family’s year-round home if you like critters and engage them in dialogue – natural ambiance – you will have an annual prayer rug for a yard if you let the white pickets go gray beside the curb – looking wrinkled – the shimmer-light of the street lamp will guard the paw prints of winter bunnies © Lewis Bosworth, 2016
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
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if you walk on the front lawn past the library where – free of charge – you can take some if you leave some if you approach the front windows she will likely try to claw the screen attesting to her ownership if you walk up the driveway and duck under the grapevines or poison-ivy – some say – will tickle your legs if you look upward you can barely see the sky between the older-than-the-4th-of-July burr oaks if you walk past the once-was back door – into the backyard – a forest of weed-trees shades leftover plants if you stroll further the spring bulb-mothers’ dead stalks cover the leaf-mulched soil if you climb up two rotting steps to the bird feeders squirrel-ridden – and treated with suet – is the cardinal family’s year-round home if you like critters and engage them in dialogue – natural ambiance – you will have an annual prayer rug for a yard if you let the white pickets go gray beside the curb – looking wrinkled – the shimmer-light of the street lamp will guard the paw prints of winter bunnies © Lewis Bosworth, 2016
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Madison, WI USA
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
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