THE YARDS      [Stefanie Bennett]

 

 

Hubris has its own analytical

Empty hammock

That commands

A regency affair –,

Impeccable lawn

And hedge height –,

In-ground pond

And systematic lolly-water

Circumnavigating

Nightshade salad greens

And what-nots...

 

Sipping an imagined

Rose’, humbuggery’s

Commonality

Is a cane-toad gnome

That croaks

A recreated

Folksy rumour

As poverty’s daylight

Rain

       Skims

The fringes...

The soak-holes.