holds raze a living fossil trims the ragged grass where his lawn meets his neighbour's driveway. the same way i clip the wild hairs that force their way out of the flesh around my cheekbones when i'm turning werewolf. an orange extension cord keeps him tethered to the task he's set for himself. a monarch butterfly dances past a sprinkler's arching stream. a brown moth almost too small to see comes to rest on the grey fabric that covers my thighs. so still for a minute or two. then it's gone. a man wearing white guides his bicycle down the street, balancing a box filled with red flowers between his knees. they're too careworn to be roses. hibiscus, maybe. beside the stop sign everyone ignores, a tall tree paints a picture of two people holding each other to keep from falling apart. you have to stand in the right place to see it. but it's there. 220811 what's it to you? who go blather from