Plush
leaves of plump clumps line a ‘difficult’ patch of garden, fill out medians of
main roads, fountainous roundabouts. Bone-white stems survive, top ends
bone-white sprays of popped dried fibre. Black seedpods, some remain trapped
inside, windy rain will dislodge by September. It’s a sight winter enjoys on
private walks. Gone their skyblue flowers. Long ago as last summer. Low
maintenance, but council gardeners must snap them out soon. Enough’s enough.
Dock them. The ‘we want’ public demands green plush, plump clumps with starry
azure Christmas dangles, for its peripheral vision. Weeds, on the other hand,
unsightly. Drive by quick.
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