Beyond Your Yard
I have grown beyond your yard.
My roots crack your sidewalk.
Fungus and weeds sprout from each crack.
My branches brush your windows at night
And scratch your careful yellow paint.
When the rain comes,
My roots suck it all up
And leave your lawn like hay,
Your worms gasping as they wriggle.
The small porcelain world you inhabit
Is buried beneath my misanthropic falling leaves.
I have grown beyond your yard
And when I figure out how
To grow movable limbs
I will leave and it will be better
For you, for me,
The grass, the sidewalk
And your careful yellow paint.