the sieve and the sand

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hedge trimmer

scenes from the domestic war front

poetry

black and red
hedge trimmer in hand
i set to work conquering
these unruly bushes
until a spark of
amber flame licks at my elbow
and then power’s out because i
cut off the cord in the
course of some friendly fire.

November 26, 2008 randyribay Tagged friendly fire, hedge trimmer Leave a comment
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