Once, though, I decided that I would tidy things up
In the garden that is.
I wanted to mow the grass
Burn the weeds, prune the trees
On the whole,
I wanted to redo the garden in my own taste
With my own hands
Yes, simply to please my mother.
And for two solid weeks
I went at it with shears and a scythe.
I dug and cut
And looked out the window.
I had prepared myself to enjoy the sight…
Anyway, I looked out the window and saw…
What did I see?
Where had all the beauty gone?
The naturalness of it?
It was so disgusting
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