Unjunipered

We had a hedge of juniper to hate,
disgracing where the sidewalk meets the yard.
A volunteer removed it, to abate
his gratitude for staying here rent-free.
He piled in the garden all the weight
of aged branches, needles, scales and twigs
(we’ll pay someone to haul away that freight).
Now we can see beneath, a wall root-marred,
remove, repair, rebuild, or recreate.

(Magic 9)

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