will. summer. never. end.

it’s all just too much

too much sun

or rain

too much green

both sides the fence

not just an 

embarrassment of riches

as they say

but abundance that promises

blithely to consume us 

bushes pushing aside 

the window’s prospects

roots sabotaging foundations

cracking walls

vines choking the chosen

and cherished, the lilacs

the hemlock

the old fashioned rose

remembered from long ago

the one our young mother loved

we have to stay on it

mowing

sawing and lopping

beating back this riot

of pure intent

photosynthesis

gone apeshit

spurred on, no doubt

by our ennui

greening galore, oh

grinning greenly

at our hapless aesthetic