The August Occassion
(A 'Stone Street' poem from 1975)
The field stretches to the pond
The surrounding suburban fortresses
I hear the chain saw noise
I post 'Keep Out' signs
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-by Mark S. Foley
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now stagnant with weeds.
Mature summer scents
hang heavy and sweat
as I keep daily watch
upon my microcosmic world.
have, each and every one,
conquered their vast quarter acres
of wilderness.
They've tamed the trees
the grass, the flowers -
civilized them, fertilized them -
so they're safe and as sterile
as a picture in House & Gardens.
of dirt bikes
cutting through the field,
making what was once a rabbit path
a mini-highway.
The field becomes scarred
with the ugly stitches of tire treads
and I become a part of Fortress America.