Ode to the Honey Locust

[ksmith]

Honey locust in autumn
Leaves like gold coins
Slip between my rake prongs
Too small for the leaf blower
Hide between the leaves of grass
Fucking things are everywhere
Die, honey locust!
Lightning strike!
Infestation!
Whatever!
Die! Die! Die!

Comments

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

It's too late. Leaves to be gone.