the land of sailing lands

my backyard walked away

went and made love to some other yard

across town


my front yard . on the other hand

. is still trying to liberate

the yard underneath the house.


my neighbor says his yards are fornicating

in the moutains, hell if I know

how he knows that.


I only know about my backyard.s promiscuity

because my ex called . described the whole thing:


our grasses copulating . her trees

reaching into my sand.box . my swingset

tangled in her monkey.bars . the cats

and the dogs getting frisky . and our son

smelling the flowers


I told her our son smelling the flowers was going

too far.

we argued.

but the landscape was unclear

to say the least. and she misquoted me saying

how to cite a fucking suburb in flux.