ARRvol34 master reduced - Flipbook - Page 131
Asclepius
This morning grass debated with my lawn
about their stock in clover, milkweed, and bees,
as if the many were not the same as each
made dumb and blind, diversified, beneath
a sun that wilted what my sprinklers couldn’t
reach, with weeds I’d pull or leave to choke them,
and clover poisoned to starve the bees at last.
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