Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Sonnet #25

So, who fertilizes forests? Forests.

The leaves fall, rot - short-lived flowers bloom
make seed and die and creatures live entombed
with all they leave behind. Trees fall to rest.
The death becomes the home for life
Who fertilizes forests? No one
Comes with tractor parts, no one
making rows, pulling weeds, killing  mice
It all becomes the forest with no one's  hand
No one plucks the flowers, no one pulls the weeds
No one bothers raking up the mass of fallen leaves
No one has such a beautiful master plan
Who mows the grass? Who weeds this place?
No one leaves more beauty than another can replace

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