They marked their boundaries
with privet and Leylandii
they strimmed and mowed regularly –
nothing happened for centuries.
they strimmed and mowed regularly –
nothing happened for centuries.
Decades passed them by
in the comparison of
flower beds.
Jealously, they tamed the wild wood
with each trimmed lawn and neat rockery.
Careful not to be too
friendly
they observed with furrowed
brows
the ambition of neighbours’
sheds
the rows of imprisoned
begonias.
The function of suburbia
to push back its silent
terror.
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