Last March I Planted Bushes Round My Yard
Last March I planted bushes round my yard
Five feet apart. I knew the neighbors would look in,
And people driving down the boulevard.
Plenty of room for gossip over gin.
But I figured in a year each bush would grow
Thick enough to touch another one,
The two now intermingling, branches so
Close one ended past where one'd begun.
Time does that, I thought: Makes things come
Together. A year's enough. Lucky for me!
Here we are, all intermingled, some
Clothes awry, enjoying our privacy!
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