beyond the hedge
are earthworms
venus fly-traps
maybe mercury?
broken glass
within the grass
baby bibs, discarded
brass and tackle; all that
mars such scenery
of spectacles
and greenery.
beyond the hedge
the clovers cloak
the seasons
croaking ecstasy
for disembodied reasons.
take the rover's oath:
"the rivers separate
and glue together
plains besoaken with the
grains of
future growth."
and i believe
his wandering words
conceive that landscape
as the primitive.
beyond the hedge
i peer
consulting oracles
with turtle bones
or sunlight
on the standing stones
or auguries
of entrails.
where the path
to clear
the lurking landmines
that i fear
beyond the hedge?