Saturday, 2 July 2022

BORDERS

Saturday smirks in the murk. It knows the rain is due. My gazebo flaps about as the wind tries to look up its skirt. My straggly lawn has welcomed dandelions and colourful weeds to cross its borders. I wonder if my lawn is 'woke'? I choose not to build a wall. Nature knows best.

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