Encompassing saw-edged stalks
from far-off floods of donated water,
polluted air, winter warmth, brassy
with faint sun flashily
emerging from clipped electricity
neither inclusive nor entertaining
though emboldening more esteemed
hawthorns that empower diversity
of blackcaps and warblers
singing more like Plath, Eliot, Duffy,
or Angelou rising every year
to give us a virtuoso collection for walking.
It has been no pleasure to discover
this suburban menace;
we would hope to see less of this kind of thing
brought to light on a garden canvas.