Au Naturel Would Be Wiser

The neighborhood association may cite us
for all around our beautiful,
beach cottage creation
is an ample amount of detritus —
aging leaves from last summer,
dead bugs’ brittle, disintegrating bodies,
a myriad of critters for biological studies,
weeds (wild flowers to us) in the ground’s natural storage
and, in spring, Morel mushrooms to forage.
We live in the sand behind a dune
along the shores of a big, freshwater, inland sea.
In front is a lovely, swaying,
landscape of dune grass
for everyone who passes to see.
In back, a pond and waterfall
and very tall pine trees.
Just a minute ago or perhaps just a few,
a neighbor had a maintenance crew,
seemingly without a care,
riding mowers from which flew,
in addition to debris,
global warming fumes into the air.
They cut the Kentucky Blue,
which later the crew,
with fume belching blowers, blew
cuttings into bags to be carted
off to a landfills
in the olfactory offending breeze.
The grass was cut to within
an inch above the black dirt
which had been carted in and tilled
then spread with a hoe
to cover the sand so
the invasive grass would grow
and quickly be ready to mow.
Twice a week this drama takes place
to manicure the space
and rigorously maintain
the perfect neighborhood domain.
But this is not suburbia, with
lifestyles lived less than wiser,
gumming up the air with lawnmower fumes
and water with fertilizers.
It could be one of the wild-and-woolly places,
a thriving, beautiful, beach community
with a lot of natural, deteriorating detritus
to replenish the earth,
even though our suburban neighbors
might still wish to cite us.

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