Cleaning up the Yard

By Kyra Lambert

Lush

Overgrown

Rich green and bright red

Fanning out beyond authority

And

Pushing past the edge of allowed

This bush of sharp Holly

Grew it’s razors

As a response

To a doe’s light meal

We have to clean it up

It’s unruly he chides

By clean up he means

Make smaller

Make less

Make away

So more noble plants can grow

But the sharpness

Will always come

After