Thursday, April 4, 2013

Flag of My Disposition

Flag of My Disposition
By Donald Illich
 
It sneaks up on you:
one height in the morning,
a longer one at night.
 
Soon you hide your feet
in its lushness, feeling
bugs creep up your ankles.
 
Your spouse revs a mower,
and you are signed up
behind it, watching green bits
shoot out into the yard.
 
When you are through
the universe has changed.
 
A natural carpet where
you can putt a ball.
Nature’s haircut, its flag
waving below you, relief,
new starts for everything.
 
Chewed up leaves
spread across the fields.
An odd spring wind
blows trash and cans.
 
Soon, it will surprise you,
Cartoon color, vivid,
growing up to your knees.
All you do is try to live
by forgetting it’s there.

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