Pruned

Chaotic as that photograph appears,
my gard’ner spent last week almost a day
engaged with rake and bucket, broom and shears,
and filled two bins with what he cleared away.
A neighbor planned and planted it ten years
ago, and now the yard’s a lush array.
I’m grateful for that erstwhile friend, but more –
it’s this, our local climate, I adore.

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