“I Cut the Grass Today,” writes Jerry, a fellow poet. For all the right reasons I respond…

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That’s why we don’t cut our grass.

Let it be… wild as it will.

It’s constrained enough by the stone wall and concrete paths.

Between each blade, let live and grow what will of life be it plant or animal.

Do the neighbor’s mind?

Perhaps, but no one dare say a word to those wild ones who live inside.