busy bees

your neighbor
a few
doors up, on
the short stretch
of townhomes,
wants you
to cut down
the bush in front
of your house.
every spring,
she pesters you
on the sidewalk,
going on and on
about bees,
and how big the bush
has grown.
but it's not in
front of her
house, it's in front
of yours, and
you happen to like
bees, you like honey,
you like the whole
notion of
pollination.
what you don't like
is someone
telling you what
to do.
so bush will stay.