FREE VERSE Poem: Fence, by Meredith Kendrick

No
The grass was not greener on the other side

In fact, it was dead

Crunchy under your feet, and yellow
It grew up like straw and was tangled into the lattices
Bees and spiders made nests in it,
and you had to be aware of the ticks

The dew clung
and sparkled in the light of the sunrise

I did not kill the bees and spiders
I did not mow
I planted moss and wildflowers
I had a drink on the overgrown porch
and said hello to the swallows

It all remains quite uncured

No
The grass was not greener on the other side

But it was mine