It isn’t playing games, although recreational rules apply
naming who’s on whose side; what we’re into here is a
wiser supply of energy than brute force of saw - or axe
to golden cane palms fractiously growing clumps into a
view they’re supposed to compliment, not obscure; she
-who-is-to-be-obeyed initially applauds ‘pruning’ efforts
but suggests it equates more to a ‘hand-wave’ in effect
than a serious gesture - three tries later we’re done
while the poinciana stands stark and clear, when it’s in
flower it will be a breathtaking scene; succulents & the
dragon plants beneath now have an aspirant’s chance
to impress anyone who cares to see beyond what was
an open mesh fence around an out-of-use dog’s pen
clear there’s more’n met eyes afore the golden cane’s
demise - what subterfuge, what subtlety is afoot here -
and do we need to have its measure clear? Ah, not so
in a way which suggests sophisticated manipulation is
surveying the best means of expressing better ideas
© 13 August 2014, I. D. Carswell
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