My Neighbour’s Lawn

has a black scar:
eight feet by six;
four inches deep.
Burgeoning black bags
sit stacked by
the remnants of a spoil heap.

Glinting against
this dark excavation
is a silver tablespoon.

Improbable: but then,
my brother once cut
our lawn
with a pair of scissors.

 
© Copyright Robert M Jaggs-Fowler 2009

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