my mother.s reaction when i planted myself in the front yard

when i saw you in the grass

your auburn hair sticking out

of the lawn like a small dome


why aren.t you inside

where i heated up your bed

with a bible that i love to think

you will marry


it isn.t fair that your hair

is being bleached by the morning air

and the dew is cleaning it silently


i haven.t told your father

that i found you in the grass

he still doesn.t know

that you are breathing through a straw


i.m only pouring the week killer

so you don.t catch a cold

i.d hate for the roots

to touch your skin so intimately


but the bush i am planting

between you and the road

is not out of embarassment

it  just helps bring out your color

on this side of the lawn.