the weeds are winning

oh, i should.

i really should get out there.

out into the back

yard

and dig, or trowel,

or rake,

or whatever it is that

the neighbor

does

to make his yard

look wonderful.

in mine,

the weeds are winning,

the vines

grip the fence

with a ferocity not unlike

the lawyer

my ex wife had

when squeezing me

for alimony.

i should get out there

with the clippers,

a sharp knife. plant

some seeds of some kind.

spring is at my

throat again. oh my.