Bad Poem Saturday: Yard Work

Yard Work

Dogs walked.

Lawn mowed.

Weedy trees ruthlessly murdered,
cut down in their  innocent youth,
all in the name of symmetry and control.

Thunder heard.

Thunder FELT.

I need a drink.

So does the yard.


About L. M. Bernhardt

For a good long while (15 years or so), I taught philosophy at a little private university in northwest IA, and occasionally branched out into playing music, dabbling in photography, experimenting with food, and writing nonsense on my blog. The philosophy teaching part ended in 2017 (program elimination via prioritization), but never fear! I've just finished my MLIS at San Jose State University, and I'm currently on the market looking for new adventures in either philosophy or LIS. Otherwise, I labor to support my dogs in the lavish manner to which they've become accustomed.
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