Leylandii review
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.