The hedges on the far corner of the lawn
Have been neglected more than a month
They are out of the way, I have said to myself
No one sees them in the ordinary flow of the day
And who wants to go into that corner
Of vines and webs and hornets and all things that thrive
On rain and sunshine in the heat of summer?
But in October I am without excuse
So I open the back fence gate
And wade through the long grass
To the wall of boxwood
The one boast of wildness, of wilderness
In this trimmed and mulched neighborhood
I am amazed at how the bushes have expanded
They are almost trees, now
Their branches enmeshed with each other’s
I clip and hack and stack the heavy branches on the ground
And find in the hearts of the bushes
Three of this spring’s bird nests, now black and frayed
From all of summer’s rain
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Home Economics 
We will expect more writing now that October is here.
Yes. Me, too.