Carving

Benches are stoic ever-presents
Tree surgeons come and go
Children’s hoppy drinks, grown
Men watch their dogs piss
Blow a smoke ring skyward
Listen to the distant doppler shift
The whoosh of speeding traffic
These lost evenings, spent drunk
On each other’s company
Giddy laughter, friendship as
Feeble as the daisies heads
Picked off one by one
Keen stencilers carve our names
With keys, a preservation of
The lack of responsibility
To anyone but ourselves

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Carving

New Leaf

I snapped a twig
In a leafy park suburb
Gates closed in
I was circling for a
Way out of this
Repetition.
I tread carefully
But still hack at
The wooden
Fences among
Springs and babbling
Brooks chattering
Constituent parts
Flowing through
Indiscriminately.
They dried out
The other side
Charging for the
Right to poor water
Ownership is king
I don’t know
How to turn it into
A new leaf

New Leaf