The lush green
from so many weeks of rain
pushes at the windows,
invites a quiet escape
from the room of classical music
and the old man dozing and rocking
and too much heat

To where everything is too long
for the well-groomed yard,
too wild for easy tending,
and birds and engines vie for prominence
in the suburban soundscape
and I haven’t really escaped anything
by stepping outside.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2017