In My Backyard

Grass seedlings, left untouched
go rotten.
Weeds crowd out the important.
Urgent junk fills in the empty spots.

When leaves fall in Autumn
I just keep trimming the bushes
and weeds overtake me.
Overwhelmed, I do nothing,
taking a nap instead.

In Winter I wake only
to find my backyard filled
with dead trees, brown grass
an old Chevy pickup with a rusted out bed,
jacked up on cinder blocks