2005/avoid

I avoid the gardener,
(by) retreating to the
bedroom after I’ve
stuck his payment
in the door.
His annoying blower
I’ve asked him
repeatedly not to use,
the gas mower
over-sized for our
two square feet of lawn.
His name is Ho,
my friend’s friend
used to criticize
L.A. gardeners that
all they did was
mow, hoe and blow.
Another friend says
he mows, blows and
goes.
It’s not what
I wanted.
I wanted a sort
of rent-a-husband
who would cut the
high branches,
and dig the holes
(that wore me out)
so I could plant.
I wanted a little
muscle, some help.
Instead I got
displaced from
my own yard,
where things are kept
just neat enough
to get by,
so that I am not
lured outside
to get involved
in my own life.

1/18/05