mourning for grass

i knew they would do it
i knew it couldn’t last long

the small savannah along the curb
my passengers had to traverse
to get into my car
wild grasses grown waist-high
persistent through the chill of winter

today
carnage
yellowed stalks
hacked away
unevenly
i wonder if they used
poison or just
went mad
with a weedwhacker

it couldn’t last, of course
most wild things do not last long
in the city

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