Six Lanes Across Vibrant Red Clay

Tree rings count the cross cut ages
All the old timers
Say
They
remember when

I've personally watched both Freedom & Independence
Drive & Boulevard (respectively)
Spread in that ugly, flabby way

Now I am positioned to witness
Mallard Creek become an auto-doped
Thoroughfare for 'big 'uns'
With incredibly poor lines of sight

Six lanes across
It's the number of man
Planning the next on-ramp

Not one headline
About all the oaks felled
Where the rubber hits the road

One lone photog out there
Snapping, snapping at the scene
Of a multiple arboracide
Smooth jazz aficionados
Slow to stop - wondering
What's that crazy white boy
Doin' out there?

Most of the modern science
Has come to believe
There is a master plan in effect
To the creation of all flora and fauna
Every component effects (re: impacts)
Every living sector of this beautiful world
We were given to inhabit
To celebrate
To love and nurture

IT'S IN OUR NATURE!

I walked out on the red clay
Underneath westward fleeting lion's sun

Found the construction silenced for Sunday
Hitachi at rest

Found one red & and yellow 12oz
Empty and face down
Under swirling stripes of cirrus

Found a hard, traveling (insect)

Found a fellow documentarian
We talked for a moment
,as cars rolled past,
Time continued to march

Weed Control Services

In plain speak: she asked for someone to come and do something
She could not or did not want to do herself
In short, she wanted extra help around the house
Not to complicate the situation
Or confound the present standard
She even attempted to employ a poet
To monitor the property
And dabble in horticultural landscaping
Though never under contract, per se
He stuck in there
As well as could be expected
Even her own children
Had abandoned their birthright
And out rightly broke the fourth commandment
As prescribed by the Creator
Of the known universe