poem

 Lawns of Autumn

We sweep the leaves

From our lawns

Like common trash

Heap them in brown piles

Next to garbage cans 

Down by the curb

After all they’ve done 

And still could do

By noon they’re gone 

All that’s left 

Is a pale yellow slash

Of asphyxic grass

When it snows 

We stay inside

Make love, drink wine

Swaddle our boys

As babies then send 

Them off to war

11/14/23