Rolling hills that roll with
just a little too much
slope.
Lawns of clipped grass, clover
and strategic asphodels, to
break up the monotony.
Glassy deep meres haunted
by arm-length koi,
their steep banks
gird by metallic mesh.
Rabbits in the thickets,
Moorhens in rushes and reeds,
Squirrels leaving bare
the efforts of their squirreling.
Trees budding on
cookie-cutter, custom-fit
islands, sinking roots
into ponds of aluminum and
filtered nicotine.
Paths laid down in crumbly concrete
tan, attractive –
and showing wear.