the weeds and the vines

in my yard
where
wooden posts give lean
there grows a
beautiful botanical barrier
which gloats
unkempt
to passing gardeners

the holiday has left us
with it’s travelers and
it’s gifts

the four day week
end
gives way as the
keepers of the
carnival
sweep frantically
and pull steel down
in a race against the
dark and the rats
and the battle over what’s left behind.

---the weeds and
the vines.