In the evening
something actually beautiful
chews at my ear.
That’s you, Shrub Doctor,
our life together
growing bushy.
Hear that? That’s
our lawn dying,
our neighbors
clobbering each other,
a cylinder drops
into the vacuum
at the bank and soon
we’re broke again.
Let me help you
out of your overalls:
you can help me
off with my beard.